He follows close on Tom's heels, gun up, and it's dark but he practically forces his eyes to adjust. And he sees a stairway, a kid standing in the way, a big guy down at the bottom, and he's almost too big to see past, but he sees a shock of dark hair, a bloody hand pressed against the wall, and then he sees red.

Tom knocks the kid down and he follows, leveling the gun at him long enough to know that Tom's got it under control, at least for now, before he lifts his aim to the man by the wall.

"Let him go," he says, his voice low. Steady. "Let him go and we all walk outta here." And he doesn't mean it in the slightest.