"What do I plan on doing now?" Silas parroted, mulling over Yolanda's words.

He used the tip of the Thompson to poke Yolanda's side. "Right now, you're my hostage," he declared with a rather pleased smile. He didn't doubt that the others could control their end of the bargain, so he had to do his job right. "We'll be staying over at the safe." He pointed towards the enclosure where the huge safe holding all the money was at. His hands itched to grab hold of all the cold, hard, cash it held inside, so he poked Yolanda again, hoping to get her moving.

Unable to resist, he quipped, "Don't go developing Stockholm Syndrome on me."