Hans had left Lizzie in an office with two goons watching her. She wasn't entirely sure why he was keeping her alive, but she wasn't complaining. He returned with one of his goons, angry.
"I know what you are feeling, but this is not productive-"
The goon replied. "He was my only brother!...my only family!"
Lizzie kept her attention elsewhere, but listened in as they argued behind her. "I want blood for my blood...we search now!"
Hans held him back and gave him a stern look. "Heinrich's team must finish planting the detenators, Karl. And, Theo needs time on the vault. After the police come, they'll spend hours trying to negotiate...that's when we search for this man."
Lizzie felt her heart leap. A man? Someone was causing them trouble? Lizzie looked around the office and spotted two walkie talkies on the desk. One had an ear piece and she quickly grabbed it as all the goons turned their backs on her to watch Hans leave the room for a moment. She shoved the walkie into her jeans and held her breath. She was alone for a few minutes as Hans returned.
Suddenly, the walkie on the desk gave out a loud scream. "Mayday, mayday! Terrorists have seized Nakatomi Building and are holding over 30 hostages! Anyone! Send police ASAP!"
Lizzie raised her eyebrows at this as Hans grabbed the walkie. He moved towards the door and she quietly took out her walkie from her jeans. She raised the volume a bit to hear what was going on. She could hear Hans in the hallway.
"The roof!"
Oh, God, protect this man. God, please!
Hans hurried back in, yelling into the walkie. "Karl? Karl!"
Lizzie shifted in her seat. "Problem?"
He gave her a calm look and turned the walkie off. "She speaks. It's quite a funny thing that you arrived here by mistake."
"Yeah, real hilarious," she spat.
Hans was actually very handsome, she realized. Shame that all the good-looking ones are psychotic thieves and killers, she thought. His skin looked soft and his jawline could cut a person just by looking at them. Hans grabbed the walkie again and began speaking in German. Lizzie kept her eyes off him and sighed.
"I told all of you...I want radio silence until-"
A new voice cut him off. "Gee, sorry, Hans! Nobody gave me the message. You should've put it on the bulletin board. Anyway, I thought you and Franco and Karl might be lonely, so-"
Lizzie looked up at this. He knew their names. He must've been listening on them this whole time. Smart as hell. She kept her eyes lowered, trying to act uninterested as Hans looked just as shocked as she was.
"Ah, how nice of you to call," Hans said, calmly.
Charming bastard. He was totally pissed, but he acted like he just met up with his in-laws or something. Lizzie listened closely at this silent and watchful hero.
"You are most troublesome for a ...security guard?"
"BBZZZ!"
Lizzie held in a laugh as Hans glared at the walkie. "Sorry, wrong guess, Hans. Would you like to go for Double Jeopardy?"
"Who are you, then?" Hans asked, impatiently.
"Just the fly in the ointment, Hans. The monkey in the wrench."
Lizzie liked this guy already. Hans looked up as one of his goons entered the room, holding their gun. "Check on all the others...don't use the radio. See if he's lying about Marco and find out if anymore of us are missing."
The goon hurries out as Lizzie watches him go. Hans returns his attention to the radio and raises an eyebrow. "Mr. Mystery Guest, are you still there?"
"I wouldn't think of leaving, Hans. Unless, you wanna open the front door for me?"
Hans gave Lizzie a cold glare as she smiled at that. "No, I'm afraid not. But, you have me at a loss. You know my name, but who are you?"
Lizzie paid close attention now. This guy sounded like a cop, but she couldn't be sure. He sounded like he knew what was doing. Hans waited as he replied.
"An orphan who went bankrupt and thinks he's John Wayne? Rambo? Marshall Dillion?" Hans taunted.
"Actually, I was partial to Roy Rogers. I always liked those sequined shirts."
"Do you really think you have a chance against us, Mr. Cowboy?" Hans asked, impatiently.
A pause. "Yippee-Ka-Yay, mother-"
The radio turned off and Lizzie was dumbstruck. Hans folded his hands and glared at the desk. Lizzie bit her lip as he was silent for a moment. She gripped the radio in her jeans and held her breath. Hans got up and glanced down at her. "You remain here. Don't do anything stupid."
She shrugged. "I'll try not to blow the building up."
He left her alone for a moment and she took out her radio from her jeans. "Hello? Roy Rodgers?"
A pause. "Who the hell is this?"
She sighed with relief. "I'm a personal guest of Hans'. I showed up to this mess by mistake and now I'm locked in his office. I've been hearing you guys talk. You seem to know what you're doing."
"Well, to be honest, I don't know what the hell I'm doing. You got a name?"
"Lizzie."
"You hurt, Lizzie? How old are you, anyway? They doing anything funny to you?"
"No, I'm okay, for now. It's a long story, but just listen to me. Hans has a guy breaking into some vault and I think they've got something big going on here. You just stay alive and figure it out if you can, okay?"
There was a pause. "Me? You're the one locked in an office. What's this Hans look like, anyway?"
She was about to answer when the radio was snatched from her hands. She gasped and stood up from the chair as Hans gave her a smug look. "I keep you alive and this is how you repay me? Giving information to a stupid, scared American?"
"Lizzie? Lizzie, you there? Lizzie!"
She shivered as she held her breath. He threw the radio against the wall and it broke. He stormed towards her and she gave a small scream as he raised his arm to strike at her. One of his goons ran inside and made him freeze.
"What now?" Hans barked.
"He's right about Marco. He's thirty stories down the street! The other man is Heinrich, and I found his body upstairs. His bag is missing!"
Hans narrowed his eyes. "He had the detonators!"
He turned his attention to Lizzie, who was hugging herself and trying to remain calm. Hans pointed at her as he gave his goon orders. "I need to see Theo. Tie her up and make sure she's unharmed! This all ends now."