Drake’s pistol was out in a flurry of motion, its barrel... pressed up against Caroline’s head. He moved behind her, his frame mostly blocked by her own. Snarling at the assassin, he said through gritted teeth, “[b]Hand her over?... And why should I do that?[/b]” He calmly said, his prosthetic hand obscured behind her body. Nobody besides Drake knew what he was planning... and the Smuggler intended to keep it that way. Caroline meant something to these people... and he could use that.