<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Tamara "Tammy" Fisher</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000">The Medic</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/57863cd1-18be-4b35-a2e8-b10440863639_zps5f7c91c2.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Tammy had watched the fruitless tries of the Professor to get the Princess to speak. Well, if one doesn't want to speak, then it was difficult. She placed her hand on the arm of the Professor and squeezed it lightly. He had at least tried it. Turning to the Princess, she looked her up. An arrogant bitch and a dangerous one. Maybe she should really pull the trigger and end that threat. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Princess. It is of course your decision to speak or to stay silent. Honestly I prefer you keep silent, because I have heard enough of bullshit out of your mouth already. But I guess you are now ruining the world of the Professor. He probably believes in civilised talks. Allow me to ask you a question, as you seem intelligent enough to understand your situation. What do you think will happen if you don't speak with us and continue to stay silent?"</span><br/> <br/>Tammy had pointed the pistol at the princess and squinted her eye. She placed in back in her lap. The princess seemed to have problems to understand her situation. If she wouldn't help them, she was a potential danger. And you don't drag a potential danger with you, if you need to get away. And Tamara was pretty sure, that they soon had to get away. The princess was far too cocky, as that it was not obvious that she expected a rescue mission for her. The only question was when? Because neither Tamara, nor anyone else would like to be the sitting duck for the princess' people.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You don't lose anything by telling us something about you and about what we have to expect, if you get your will. As you are so sure that you get your will. Wouldn't it be kind of a triumph to tell us what we have to fear, so that we piss in our pants now?"</span><br/><br/>Tammy's brown eyes looked at the Princess. She was drop-dead serious. It was what she would do if she were the princess. Because opponents full of fear make mistakes.</div>