“I heard him yelling just a couple of minutes ago and suddenly his voice went still. There was no sign of him again.”Officer Jamie knew that Olaf meant a lot to his colleague - they were close friends and he knew that there was no way that he was going to be happy knowing that Olaf was dead.But he had to still encourage the officer. If they were going to get out of the van compartment which with each moment started becoming increasingly true that they were being trapped, they had to get rid of all of their anxieties.“Come on, that’s no sign that he is dead,” Officer Jamie encouraged. “What if he found a safe place to hide instead and is hoping that we could come up with something.”“In any case, if you are not so much of a fan of the first idea, we could use the smoke grenade to create a dense cloud of cover. That would make it much harder for them to hit us.”The officer’s eyes brightened at Officer Jamie’s second idea. “Yesh, I think that’s a good idea.”Officer Jamie continued.
“I’ll take the north side. Stay low and keep moving. “Alright, heading west to flank them.”“South side is covered. I am going east to fire from there.”The grenade strategy worked to a considerable extent as the passage through which the shooters were supposed to get a clear sight was blocked. The officers quickly took their positions, Mayor Carney included.Even though the mayor was a little less sharp than the others, he was still very efficient as he held onto a weak Alan. He had already made sure that Alan was cuffed to prevent any resistance from him so there was barely anything Alan could do in that moment.Mayor Carney held onto Alan, his voice threatening and hovering over him as he spoke while taking a good position behind the van. “Oh, here you go. You think that you can distort what is going on?”“You think your men can do something about this? You are the one who would end up getting your head blown out by one of these bullets.”“That’s one of the ways to get you kille
As if Jamie didn't already know that he had been compromised. They were already getting closer and even falling back was going to be very difficult.Officer Jamie spoke back into his radio transmitter. “I’m trapped Nath, I can't get out. The shooters are closing in.”“Just hold your position. Don't allow them to compromise our operation. Just keep your head low.”Jamie just couldn't help but wonder how exactly he was going to do that. How could he possibly leave there without getting his position compromised?Officer Jamie spoke back into the radio, his voice still filled with intense worry. “Are you coming out here or what? How many of us are still alive?”“Just stay calm and don't compromise your position, Jamie.”“I am doing my best, Nath. But I am taking heavy gunfire out here. I don't know how long I can hold out.”“I get you. There are just three left, maybe four I think. But you are our last line of defense against this threat. If you fall, we all fall. You have to stay focused
His ears nudged closer to the radio but he got no response.He spoke into the radio again. “Hello, this is Officer Jamie, requesting support! I am under heavy fire. I need help. Is anyone there?”Officer Jamie’s legs trembled with a horrified shake of fear. That felt like a situation where he was deserted or was he in a dream? He was definitely not. In fact, he was probably close to death.His teeth grounded with frustration as he picked up the radio again. He was going to try one last time before taking the next step.His voice was louder this time. “Is anyone still alive out there? I’m begging you if there is anyone out there. I need your help. I am out of bullets and I can’t hold them off any longer.”There was a deafening silence at the other end.Officer Jamie slumped against the wall, his body heavy and defeated as he let the radio fall from his grasp. He knew that no one was going to come save him this time. Everyone else was either dead or had run away. If he had known, he p
“I am sorry sir,” The attendant, a young man in his 20s responded. “It’s just that we don’t have any more beverages.”“What’s going on here?” The man scoffed. “What do you mean by that? I suggest you check well. I am not leaving here without my beverages.”The attendant, even though he was quite sure that there was no longer any beverage left went ahead to check if he would find some beverage. He fumbled the cart of products as if he were going to find some beverage. He did that just to let the man believe that he had tried his best to find the beverage and it wasn’t like he wasn’t serious about helping him find the beverages.The attendant soon returned to tell the man the situation. “Sir, I have checked. I had to pull down a lot of things to make sure that I find even if it is just one but we are out of stock like I said earlier.”“Nah! You can’t tell me that. I was planning on buying three dozen,” the man insisted.The attendant’s hands grasped in a frantic struggle of confusion a
But Alan saw the man stretching something that looked like a card or a photograph to the attendant and he decided that he was going to step back for a while and see how everything played out.The man slid a photograph across the counter, his hands moving with a deliberate, calculating stealth as he positioned it for the attendant to see.“Take a good look at this, you recognize what it is?”The attendant’s eyes widened as he stared down at the incriminating image. It was evidence of fraud at his former workplace. He thought that he had buried all the paperwork that linked him to the crime but there the photograph was, showing him everything that he thought he had burnt.How did the evidence get to him? What kind of a man was he really?His fear left him feeling like he was standing on the brink of disaster.The attendant gulped nervously, his eyes blinking nervously. “Erm, I am not sure that I recognize what it is.”The man grinned maliciously. “Uh, oh. But I am sure you know what it
The man’s nostrils flared with a dangerous flare of fury as his fists clenched with a dangerous grip of fury. “You insolent little punk! You are lucky I don’t—”The other customers in the hall edged towards the exit, their apprehension and disgust a potent force as they escaped the scene of the violence.Alan who was watching from a distance this time shook his head at how everyone, instead of helping the little boy who was being bullied, left the store like cowards.Couldn’t no one develop the guts to speak up against the injustice that was being done against the boy? Didn’t no one have the courage or was no one seeing what was going on with the boy?The customers had seen enough and were leaving with exhaustion.“I think we should leave. This is getting out of hand.”“I agree. I don’t want to be caught in the middle of this.”“I mean, this is just too much drama for me. Now he’s screaming at the little boy. He must be sick in the head.”“Yeah, I believe that he definitely needs medi
The man continued. “I know you are going to try and run away while I dig but I already got a plan for that.”The man’s eyes were twinkling with a wicked pride as he picked up a long rope.The man’s hands worked with brutal, ruthless efficiency, the rope biting into the boy’s wrists with a painful force that left him writhing in pain.He then climbed into the hole that had been dug, his muscles rippled with exertion as he worked the digger.The digger dug into the earth with a deafening, metallic shriek as he tore it apart with psychotic energy.The boy was just at the edge of the huge hole that was dug, his fear a potent force as he darted around.It was dark and the probability that someone was going to save him was quite slim. This can’t be happening. It can’t be real. All he knew was that he had to escape but he didn’t know how yet. He had to find a way to survive. He thought of begging but he had done that countless times before and there was no positive response.Perhaps he sho