"Hostages could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this neighborhood before. There could be hostages anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his tactical vest. "I HATE HOSTAGE SITUATIONS" he thought. Copperhead Road reverberated through the speakers of the recently abandoned bus, making it pulsate even as the $9 tooheys new schooners circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of desis after dark. "With a hostage, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.