Tom knew returning to the boarding house he was staying at was a risk.
But he needed a few things.
As he rounded the corner of the hallway he felt the presence of another
of his kind.
Tom ducked back against the wall and peeked around the corner. A shadow
moved to his door and entered.

Tom withdrew his gun and walked the rest of the hallway to his room his
eyes forever scanning the hallway for an attack.
Knowing there was no way to sneak up on his enemy Tom entered his room
in full view.
Startled the shadow turned around revealing a young red haired man.
Before the younger man had a chance to open his mouth Tom grabbed him by
the shirt collar shoving him against the wall.

Timmy struggled to breath as Tom tightened his grip on his throat
pressing the gun against his head.
"Who are you?"Daniels demanded as he cocked the hammer.
Timmy clawed at Tom's hands unable to breath let alone reply. By some
miracle he did manage to get one word out,"S-Sloan......"
Perhaps the wrong word.
Tom's blue eyes narrowed sharply as he recalled the blood stain at
Sloan's apartment. The terror he felt from her when their minds
touched,"*Where* is she?"
With the little energy Timmy had left he gestured to Tom's hands which
still had Timmy's throat in a vice grip.
Tom let up the pressure but didn't release the younger man,"Tell me
where she is."

It was then that the pain in Timmy's left side started to register. The
gunshot he had acquired from Lewis upon entering the building was more
serious than he had orginally thought.
His body went slack in Daniels grip as he sruggled to remain conscience.
Black spots danced in front of his eyes as the room began to spin.
/Get a grip./Tim thought grimly/Sloan needs your help. She was the only
friend you ever really had. You owe her./
But his body wasn't listening. Too weak from the blood loss and Tom's
attack, Timmy slid down the wall into a sitting postion.

Daniels stepped back in surprise as he noticed for the first time the
blood spreading across the man's tan t-shirt. He quickly put away his
gun.
"Who did this?!"Tom demanded as he knelt.
Timmy heard Tom's question but it was now taking all of his strength to
breath. Taking a deep breath the young man swallowed trying to get
enough moisture to speak.
"L-Lewis."
Tom's eyes narrowed,"Why would Lewis attack you?"
Timmy's eyes fluttered closed as the pain intensified,"S-Snuck out to
find you."Timmy replied in a hoarse voice as he opened his eyes,"Had to
help Sloan.....we.....we.......were friends back in college....."
Tom nodded as he pulled out his cellular phone and dialed 911,"What's
your name?"He asked.
"Tim."The young man replied his voice barely audiible.
"Where are they holding her?"Tom asked while trying to relay information
to the 911 operator at the same time.
The operator told Tom an ambulance was on its way. As Tom ended the call
he knew they wouldn't get there in time.
Tim's breathing was shallow and he was losing conscienceness.
"Where is Sloan?"Tom repeated.
Tim whispered the address just before his breathing stopped completely.

"Thankyou for looking out for her."Tom said softly as he closed the dead
man's eyes.
Tom stood and quickly gathered the items he had come for and quietly
left the room.