The man continued to hold the gun on Clementine Phillips. "Look," he said, "if you just give me the document right now, I'll forget this whole incident." Clementine replied, "Now, if I did, hypothetically, know where the alleged document that you claim I have knowledge of is located, then where do we proceed from here?" "Easy," the man said, "you give it to me. I put the gun away. You leave." Clementine considered, "Well, I couldn't help but listen in on your second conversation over your phone and it sounds to me that little piece of paper is worth something. So if I did have information as to its whereabouts, how much would that information be worth?" The man laughed, "I can't believe you, girl! Here you stand with a gun pointing right at you and you think you are in a position of power??!!" Clementine grinned mischievously, "Well, if you kill me, then you'll never know if I did know where it was. Nevertheless, you wouldn't have the document and your secret bidders would think you were playing a long con on them. I don't think they would be too happy about that, do you?" The man shook his head in disbelief. "I don't think you have been in this study for very long, so you either have hidden it somewhere in this room, which should be easy to find, or you have it on your person, which it would be easier to just kill you, then search your body." Clementine laughed, "Well, I will admit that the document is on me somewhere, however, I have placed it in a velcro pouch that contains a small acid vile. That vile is hooked up to a tiny charge. The charge is connected to a miniature wire that is monitoring my pulse. If my pulse stops, that will detonate the charge, breaking the vile, and the acid will dissolve the document." "Yeah, right," the man replied, "I remember that old movie myself, what was it called, the Davinci something?" Clementine laughed, "Maybe I'm conning you. Maybe not. But can you take that chance?" The man lowered the gun. "No, I can't," he said, "what do you want?" Clementine got up from the chair. "I'm working for the Americans," she said, "they want the document. I don't know why. They have promised me a pardon from some previous 'incident' but to tell you the truth, I don't trust them either. They could just as easily double-cross me or set me up, or even renege on their deal. I don't know. I do know I want to get out of here and get far, far away. Now, how can you help me accomplish that?" To be Continued: Next Chap. 6 "Remington"