‘So Chase killing countless people is seen as a good thing, are these people mad?’
‘No, but they are eating up Chase’s speeches and blaming us for the killings. They want a 28 amendment.’
At that moment an officer walks over to Shaw and the DA.
‘It’s about to start Chief’ Says the Officer gingerly
The three men walk over to the big screen TV as it flashes to a live picture of Connor Chase in the usual place that people have come accustomed to seeing him stand when giving speeches. He looks as serious as ever as he stares deeply into the camera. His once white tux is now a little worse for wear as he paces back and forth, apparently not realizing he was live on TV as an off camera voice tells him of the fact. He snaps out of his haze and puts on a stern face.
‘Hello ladies and gentleman. I’m here again to discuss the progress on my purposed 28 amendment, or lack of progress shall I say. I’m severely disappointed in the lack of interest and seriousness that the so called Boston and Washington establishments are showing me. I am yet to be contacted by the government that swears to protect and serve, even when their oath of protection is being challenged by me; they are still letting people die. That is unacceptable. Even for a so called terrorist, I am deeply shocked at the care free attitude that they are taking on this situation. It offends me that they would rather have people die at my hands than protect them from dyeing for their mistakes. Believe me when I say this, they are making a huge mistake in not taking me seriously. Maybe it’s my fault, maybe I should be more assertive in letting them know that I mean business. Surely the pure fact that the streets of Boston are revolting to their regime is enough to wise them up a little. But no, they play the death and blind saints that cannot see nor do no evil. I guess they have no reason to want to fully address my 28 amendment, because after all why would they want to give up possessing people’s information? Why would they want to give up currency on the black market? Why would they want to give up their only way of knowing who we really are? They can tell a lot about each and every one of us through credit card statements, web browsing behaviours, credit reports, family history, social networking profiles and internet logs. They have us under a virtual wire, a wire of oppression so they can save money on good old fashioned hard working men whose professions were to search for people, find information out, but now all they have to do is go to a yellow pages style programme and pick out the lucky candidates. Screw this government’s way of using our personal information to entrap its poor and free its rich. Screw the cock suckers who trade our information for more Tax money’
Connor paces up down some more, by now visually worked up. He signals someone behind the camera, and off screen three people walk on, hands cuffed in the front with white bags over their heads. He pushes each one of them down on the ground, so they are on their knees facing him. He pulls out his Desert Eagle and plays around with it, swinging it around his fingertips as a child would do playing Cowboys and Indians. He turns to the camera again, this time displaying more composure, Shaw and Eddie along with everyone in the incident room all look on horrified at the scene playing out in front of them.
‘So let’s make all these wrongs right. In front of me, grovelling at my feet are people employed by this heinous company. These three people are the big wigs of M.I.T and it’s my pleasure to rid the world of these tyrants. The government can save them by contacting me in the next twenty seconds agreeing to the 28 amendment and the safe passage of me and my men. If they do not agree, then every half hour I will dispatch with three more people. I have a good four hundred employees in my custody, meaning this little game could go on for a few days, if by then I run out of people to sacrifice for this governments agenda then know this, I have a few contingency plans in place to compensate for that hypothetical scenario. Your twenty seconds starts now’
Connor chase paces the room with his mobile phone in hand, parading like a king, invoking fears into the hearts of everyone in the incident room. Shaw looks at the DA speechless. Smith puts his hand on the chief’s broad shoulder.
‘We can’t do anything about it Shaw; we don’t have the power to grant him his wishes.’
‘Who can make that decision, those people need to be saved, we can’t let them die’ Says Shaw
‘Washington needs to make the call. Quite frankly I already know what their answer is going to be. It’s the United States of America’s policy not to negotiate with terrorists.’
‘Fuck policy, we need to get them out!’
‘We will, but we need to plan this out properly. There’s no use going into this thing all guns blazing and getting our men killed, along with the hostages.’
Chief Shaw nods his head in disappointment. He walks out of the incident room to the sound of three gun shots echoing and then dead silence. His face cringes at the thought of those three souls perishing, his thoughts change to finding the only man he knows that can turn this situation around. The only man he can trust in these times. The only man he feels can lead his officers into battle. His thoughts changed to finding Frank McKenzie.
Fifty
‘Shots fired I repeat shots fired, Squad B-miner in need of backup on corridor six’ Shouts an officer into his two way radio while ducking for cover firing his weapon blindly over his head. The six officers place themselves strategically around cover in the hallway, each man firing his weapon freely and on demand, none of them daring to peak over their cover positions in fear of being shot, the sound of bullets are ricocheting off the surfaces of the walls next to the defending officers, debris falls onto the first guard temporarily blinding him. For a split second his arm is visible as he flails rampantly, trying to wipe the white dust from the walls off his visor. A hissing sound pops and echoes as he takes a bullet in the arm. Blood trickles out of his wound as his body is snapped back onto the floor as he grabs at his arm screaming in pain. Two of his squad mates come to his aid; one of them collapses on the floor in the middle of the hallway as blood pours out of his neck. The remaining guard attending to the first officer looks over at his fallen comrade. He notices the bullet wound to his neck. He swallows hard as he comes to realise the fate of his team. He turns to the first officer clutching his arm.
‘Look, this guy is obviously trained. We can’t risk losing more men.’ He says
‘What do you mean, I am not dying it’s just a flesh wound.’
The commanding officer points over to the dead guard on the floor ten feet from both of them.
‘Shit! What do you suggest we do then?’ Asks the bleeding guard
The man shakes his head
‘I don’t know. I think we should just let him go to avoid any more casualties’
‘We can’t just let him go. He has killed one of our men, plus by what I could see when we came up, the crazy bastard was covered in blood! He must have killed some other people in the building, or he sweats blood either way the guy isn’t going nowhere.’
The other guard nods in agreement. He takes his two way radio out and clicks the button on the side; a noisy hissing sound escapes the speaker as he moves the radio closer to his mouth.
‘This is lieutenant Fishman; I’m radioing in for a general security check on the rest of the building, has there been any other incidents besides the one on corridor six?’
There is a long silence until the radio starts crackling back to life. The sound of bullets hissing past Fishman makes him hug the wall tighter.
‘Negative Squad B-Miner, all activities are normal.’
‘Received’ Says Fishman, he puts his two way radio back on his belt holster
‘I say we just let him go. Let’s surrender and get you and any injured to safety. I am not risking you or my men for some spy bullshit.’
The injured man agrees reluctantly with the lieutenant
‘Okay, you’re the boss’