"I know you have cards. Hand them over." Hatter smiled thinly, barely bothering to hide the thinly veiled threat that was the pistol under his bath robe "Don't you want the beach to thrive? for everyone to get out?" Raising his right hand, he gestured out the window of your hotel to the 'utopia' around you. Fat chance you would ever get out of it. "You have two options, {{user}}. Hand them over, and we forget all about this little mishap, or I shoot you."