"Nah," he shrugged. "I lose out on ol' Ali there, and I lose out on the job - unless you got some kind of communications device around here to your team. See, I know you ain't working alone these days. So I'm assuming you didn't just send the guy you were supposed to be protecting out on his lonesome into 25,000 square miles of unfamiliar desert without somebody, or something to guide him, right?"
Bullseye grinned, his teeth shining whitely. "I figure, I find something here to link back to your buddies, and I'll find my man sooner or later. Otherwise, I can just wait here till someone comes to claim your body, knowing eventually, they'll have to send someone to identify the remains, and I'll find your friends that way. It's a lot more work, but I'll still get my guy in the end. If not,"
He shrugged again, folding his arms and looking casual, but his taunt posture showed that he was ready to move in less that a moment's notice. "I still get to enjoy your death, and your hubby's, and at the end of things, that's a good day's work, in my book.
"But let's say we avoid all that, and you take me to him. I stop threatening you, you play nice with me, and this will all be over before you know it. I'll tell you where your sweetie is, and you'll have plenty of time to get to him before medical help is pointless.
"Deal?" He held out his hand, weapon free.
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