<strong>Red Hands Hideout</strong><br/><br/>Johnny Seven expected that Vince would need some time before giving an answer, and he wasn't going to force it, though Vince was free to interrupt at any time.  One could only guess at what Johnny was planning, but he seemed to have any number of contingencies wrapped up under his belt.<br/><br/>"SJ, you're always welcome to crash here, and I'll have an off-limits tent to prevent stuff like last time.  Week's worth of premium dog food?  Shouldn't be an issue.  Fetch?"  He glanced over to a teenage boy, probably not older than 12 or 13, who had been listening in.  The boy nodded and rushed off to go out on the errand.<br/><br/>"Now, the hospital might be trouble.  A number of these people have records, some of them don't even exist on paper.  With all the regulations and red tape associated with health care anymore, it's becoming a nightmare.  You know you're not the only one who has to avoid Immigration Services.  What I can do, though, is send a $100 donation.  Acceptable compromise?"  He leaned forward, giving her a chance to consider and make the deal.<br/><br/>Closer inspection as the hospital is mentioned, though, shows a brief glimmer of thought running through Johnny's mind.  Even though his mouth kept on talking, something in his eyes had a degree of sadness that he just couldn't manage to completely hide.  Still, he wasn't about to bring up his personal life on a whim.