Chapter 5

“There is only so much time we can spear on waiting for them to make a move!”

Quarrie’s eyes dart around the room, Before they settle back on Troy.

“We need to act now! Maybe we can just return our hostage and be done with it!

Quarrie look’s in my direction, But I do not respond to his plead I keep my eyes on the picture in front of me. In the bottom left corner is a signature every stroke neatly placed spelling out Lana Sanguis….

I know myself…, I never give any importance to anything like this….,

Why cant I take my eyes away from this paper.

“You know that we can’t do that Quarrie. We have yet to make the mayor concede!”

I leave the quite of my thought’s at Troy’s words, I look at Quarrie for his responses.., All night he has seemed uneasy. 

“Can’t we make him concede another way? I mean this girl seems innocent…, She keep’s trying to escape too!” Malice grows in my already unwavering scowl to what Quarrie had to say. “I have heard enough! The girl will stay where she is..!” Folding the paper I place it in my jacket pocket. 

“And if she try’s to escape again brake her legs. If she try’s to call for help kill her!” I lock eye’s with Quarrie. “It’s simple Quarrie. Remember, Do as you are told..,” I pull a cigar from my pocket. “Or I can alway’s replace you.” Quarrie look down at my words as Troy lights my cigar, I remind myself that this is why I always have Troy guard our hostages! 

He is not as easy to win over, Unlike others….., Who knows what she tried to give him in order to escape. 

“I already had the car pulled around.” 

I nod at at Troy who walk’s behind me as we leave, I feel like my hair is standing on end.., 

I wonder why.

The next morning repeats as usual, I get my coffee and pass where the artist usually sits though it would seem she is not here today. 

How unfortunate…. I can feel my thought’s start to wonder where she could be, But I’m brought to my senses when a red light on my watch start’s to flash.., My head snaps in the direction of where the unmarked van is alway’s parked…, 

This time it is not there, There is not a single cop or fed in site. Those crazy basters are finally making there move! I’ll have to thank Troy later for his early warning system, It was a brilliant idea to put it in my watch. I take a moment to breath.., After all I spent hours looking over all the possible escape routes in the area. But…, The real question is where are they planing there little ambush. 

As I’m sunk in my thoughts of possibility a familiar sent brakes my minds planing. 

     “Excuse me..,”

Its her.., The artist appear’s once again.

    “Could you please move? You are blocking the only available outlet…”

My heart feels like it is racing, I have never felt this way…, Not even when I’ve beaten a guy senseless, Held a gun to some ones head, Even when I’ve almost lost my own life I’ve never had my heart race!

     “Umm.., Sir? Could you please move,”

The tilting of her head brings my focus back, I give her a light hearted smirk. “Sorry Miss, I’ll move.” I turn toward the door only to see three feds walking in, That changes things! I change direction to the back door by the bathrooms I should be easy enough to slip out the back…, Or so I thought. 

There are two undercover cop’s standing in the back seemingly trying to blend in, They seem to be trying to cover all aspects. But they are not as good as they think! I once again change direction walking up the stairs to the second floor.

There should still be an emergency exit for the opposite side. 

“Fuck!”

I can’t help but verbalize my thoughts as I peer over the side to see a fully geared police riot group ready to arrest me and any who would help me! I sigh as I rub my temples….. 

Me and Troy should be able to clean up easily but still….. It will be extremely tuff to take down guys with riot gear, I wonder if Troy even packed armor hearsing rounds.. 

For the third time I change plans, This time I head straight to the bathroom…, There is a small window in the woman’s that leads to a very ‘small’ alleyway. But this exit is also blocked off. 

I finally careful start to head toward the front door again when the other three start the order there coffee.

I can’t tell if the they are trying to scare me, Or what exactly they are trying to pull.

Just as I reach the door I see another two police officers approaching to door! But before I can react to them I feel a tap on my shoulder.