Kat had taken a moment to think this over. She wanted to be sure she was making the right decision, even though Walter was starting to fight back a little more now. The threat didn’t seem to bother him much. This was a delicate situation. Killing Walter would be easy; all she or Eric had to do was snap his neck and be done with it. There was a look in her eye that strongly suggested that he wanted to do just that. The thought was tempting since it meant they would get out of here with a lot easier. It would serve the asshole right anyway, and save them the trouble of having to kill him later if he came after them. Looking at it that way, killing him was probably the best action in this situation. The last thing they needed was someone on their tail, or informing others of their escape.<br/><br/>“Kill him.” She said, then added quickly, “But make it clean, I really don’t want there to be a mess left.” Even if she didn’t need to tell Eric twice, she said it anyway. It was, in Kat’s opinion, better than leaving a huge mess. As tempting as it was to just dismember Walter, they were already drawing attention to their selves. Someone might discover that he was dead. If they had the time, and patience, maybe she would have suggested an interrogation instead. Perhaps. Walter was a dead man either way now that he was at their mercy; Kat was not feeling very merciful at the moment. Maybe she would have showed a little mercy if she had not been dragged out of bed, knocked out, and brought here. Then again, maybe she would have not. It was clear that Walter was one of Thomas’s goons.<br/><br/>Quietly, she crept over to the door and peered out of the room to see if there was anyone else there. She could not see much of the hallway. What she could see seemed clear, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to take the risk of observing a little further.<br/><br/>Just when Kat was about to do it anyway, she heard footsteps, “Shit. I think someone’s coming.” She said in a low voice to where only Eric could hear, in case whoever was there decided to investigate, gave a stern look over her shoulder, mostly toward Walter, hoping that Eric had done as he was told already. “Hand me the knife.” Having a weapon would make her feel a little more comfortable, not to mention she was probably in the best condition for fighting out of the two of them. She had some pent up energy that she needed to release anyway. She backed away from the door a little in case whoever was out there decided to come in. Hopefully they wouldn’t. Dealing with one asshole was enough for her, she did not want to have to deal with another, but of course that was something else that would just be too easy.