Hans took the radio, after shooting Ellis, and opened the office door. The crowd started screaming when they heard the shot. Lizzie watched them all scramble like ants, and shook her head at the chaos. She had to do something.

"Hear that? Talk to me! Where are my detonators?" Hans demanded through the radio.

Lizzie struggled in the chair as Hans continued yelling. He fired his gun, and the crowd screamed even more. "Where are they or shall I shoot another one?"

Hans turned his gaze to Lizzie, and her eyes widened. He approached her with his gun to her forehead and she shut her eyes. "Shall I shoot another? Answer me! I will shoot the girl if you don't give me my detonators!"

"Don't do this, Hans. Please. You've almost got your money. Just keep at it, and he'll be out of your hair the sooner you leave," Lizzie pleaded in a harsh whisper.

"You are in no position to advise me."

She swallowed. "Let me talk to him, please. I'll talk to him."

Hans scoffed at that. "You take me for a fool."

He placed the radio on the desk and sat down. Lizzie noticed her shoulders were tense, and she tried to calm herself down. She could feel her heartbeat in her head, and breathed slowly. Hans grabbed the radio and spoke, slowly.

"Attention, police. Attention, police."

A voice came through the radio. "This is Deputy Chief Robinson. Who is this?"

"This is Hans Gruber. I assume you realize the futility of direct action against me. We have no wish for further loss of life."

Lizzie watched his goons approach Ellis, as he lay dead. His face was bloody and she couldn't even stare at it another second when bile came to her throat. That gave her an idea. Hans continued on the radio, giving demands to the police. She looked back at Ellis and prayed his smell would reach her nose. It did. The smell of flesh made her wince and cough.

Hans didn't seem to hear her when he gave Blondie an order to find Roy Rodgers. Lizzie kept trying to gag, as she kept her eyes on the body.

"I'll check the explosives. You just get the little shit and my detonators," Hans demanded as he adjusted his tie.

Finally, Lizzie felt the burning bile reach her throat and nose. She threw up in her chair and got her uniform dirty. The smell of her own vomit made her gag even more. She coughed and Hans hurried over. Hurrying, he untied her hands and Lizzie inwardly cheered. It was working. Hans shooed his goons out of the office to be alone with her.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked her.

"It's all over my clothes," she mumbled as she gazed at her clothes.

Hans rolled his eyes, as he took a tissue from the desk and wiped her mouth. "Come."

The vomit was mostly on her shirt, and a few drips got onto her jeans, but nothing major. Hans grabbed the famous coat that got her into this mess, and led her into a woman's restroom. "Remove your shirt and wear this."

She thought he was going to leave, but he stood there waiting. Lizzie looked at her shirt and just imagined the vomit getting into her hair when she would take it off. Carefully, she took her shirt off and thankfully had a tanktop underneath. It wasn't as stained as her shirt. Hans tossed her his coat and the smell of his cologne filled her nose. She put the coat on, and rinsed her mouth with water to rid it of the leftover bits of vomit in her teeth. Hans wiped her mouth dry with a paper towel.

"Hurry up," he said in his monotone voice as he dragged her out of the bathroom.

They returned to the office, but he had no one to guard her. She watched him think for a moment and then drag her from the office. They entered an elevator and he pressed a button to one of the top floors. Lizzie stood silently, unsure as what to do or say. Hans was also silent.

The elevator opened and he led her out. They entered a mechanical room with metal flooring. There were all sorts of sounds and clouds of steam coming from machinery. Hans checked some wires and looked displeased. Lizzie tried to look around for this Roy Rodgers, but didn't see a sign of anyone else in the room. She had to draw attention to herself. Leaning against a wall, she started to cough loudly, holding her throat. Hans turned and immediately rushed to her side.

"What's wrong? Quiet!"

Hans put his hand to her mouth and shushed her loudly. They both froze when they heard a gun load behind them. Hans turned and Lizzie stood confused at the sight of a shirtless man with a cigar in his mouth. "Hi!"