Francis heard the intercom and quickly dropped the weapon he had been stripping, throwing on a combat vest and snatching up a sawed off shottie.  He quickly hurried to the lounge and moved into position to place Killer in his field of fire, but the doc was in the way, right next to him.  Time to lay down the law.   His voice steadied and his body language shifted as he realized her danger.<br/><br/>"Let her go Killer.  You might kill her, you might catch me with that little pig sticker.  But you won't make it any further.  I can live for at least 5.8 seconds after a brain penetrating shot, that is plenty of time to pull this trigger.  She is dead in my mind right now, you have already killed her by the time the knife leaves your hand, seeing as you probably will after anyway.  So let that compute in that cold machine you call a brain while I keep lining up a real nice amount of shot to be rid of your ugly mug.  I do not repeat myself to intelligent beings, Killer.  Let's hope Bessie here don't have to speak for me." without removing his gaze he directed his next statement to the good doctor.<br/><br/>"Just move behind me doc, I got his number."