((Part 3 of a collab between Letter Bee, Kalas, and Watermelon Tango))

"What have you done?!" Constantine yelled at Pamela once Aster had disappeared. "I had the situation well in hand, no one would have gotten hurt!" [i]Except for that bigot; I want his entrails[/i]. "Now, thanks to you, that...that asshole now has the mayor!"

"I'm sorry, but there was a murderous lunatic, an explosive, and a child." Pam said defensively. "I only acted according to my training."

She turned to the family huddled in the corner and slowly made her way towards them. Despite all of the emotional turmoil she went through over since she arrived at the theatre she tried her best to have a calm and reassuring demeanor.

"Is everyone here alright?"

"Everything's fine..." spoke the Mayor's wife, now in better composure. "Thanks for saving Robin, by the way." She then turned to Constantine. "And thank [i]you[/i], for trying to save my husband."

"I'm sorry for all the distress that man caused you Mrs. Johanssen," replied the man. "I promise you, we'll get your husband back; or if not, we'll have the hide of the man who abducted him."

"Promises, promises," spoke Mrs. Johanssen. "Either way, thanks again, but you'd best go; more security is coming, and they won't want any misunderstandings."

"I can't leave you alone here. Not until I'm certain that the perimeter is clear." Pam thought for a moment, but remembered the gun she was still carrying. She took a few steps forward and placed it in the mother's hands.

"Just... take this to protect yourselves until security arrives." She said solemly as she backed out of the room. She nodded to her new friend, signalling that she was ready to get out of here.

"Let's go," spoke Constantine more kindly as he escorted Pamela out of the door as Mrs. Johanssen loudly wept, her reserve breaking at last. Once they were in a safe place, they met up again with Healing Spore, who had been waiting in one of the side corridors. Then, Constantine spoke:

"Sorry for being too harsh on you; it's just that, I was [i]enraged[/i] by that man's presumption - telling me to join him when it should be the opposite...and other things besides. I shouldn't have blamed you for this."

"Think nothing of it. That was one of the most tense situations I have ever been in. The stress has gotten to all of us." Pam paused, realizing that she didn't even know this young man's name. 

"The name is Pamela Mars. Technically I'm an illegal immigrant on American soil, but we'll keep that on the hush." She said with a friendly tone. She offered him a hand, but it was shaky from the stress and the minor injuries she had taken during the explosion.

"Constantine Ramiel King - FBI Agent," he took her hand in turn. "Nice to meet you."