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Excerpt
“Shots have been fired, all units repeat shots have been fired,” the voice of her radio crackled over the airwaves. Naila pulled up in her patrol car: alone. With just a few hours left on their shift her partner had gone home early with a fever. Naila was the first and only cop on the scene. She had worked on this patch for fifteen years.
What? Nothing ever happens down in this part of town. Especially not this late on a freezing November evening.
She saw people with worried and crazed expressions on their faces running out of the two story office building. Some of them were frantically waving their hands in the air and yelling at the top of their voices and all the while a light snow continued to fall.
Oh shit! Not now, all I want is to go home, put my feet up in front of the fire with my cat and Lisa to keep me company.
A man in a dark suite with a pale sweaty complexion ran up to her. He seemed more in control then the rest of the hostages.
“It's a male terrorist. He's released all the hostages except the boss. Here,” he said handing her a new K750I mobile phone, “he told me to give you this before he released us,” and before Naila could say anything he turned and ran away from the office building; and headed towards the adjacent car park “good luck,” he shouted over his shoulder.
“Hey! Wait,” Naila shouted after him “we need to talk to you!” but the man disappeared into the darkness of the night. Naila stood there suddenly confused and over-whelmed by the situation.
There was a loud screeching noise as a TV van pulled up.
Great this is all we need. A TV camera in my face to expertly record all and any mistakes I make. This doesn’t look good.
But before she had time to do anything else the K750I mobile phone in her hand rang. She stared at it knowing she was completely out of her depth. She saw the screen light up and 'withheld number' flash again and again.
I am the first and only cop here I have to do my best. I just wish I had paid more attention to the ‘hostage situation’ manuals back when I was doing my training.
She answered the phone.
“Hello, officer Mohamed,”
“I thought it would be you Naila,” a male voice which was calm and in control.
Her radio crackled over the air telling her the specialist terrorist negotiator was on route and would be there in fifteen minutes.
“As a gesture of good will,” continued the male voice on the other end of the K750I “I've released all of the hostages. I only have the boss now and my demands are very simple. I want the release of Omar Hayt from your prison and a helicopter to fly us out of the area,”
“I can't…er,” She took a deep breath, she wanted to say she could get him what he wanted but the truth was she probably couldn't and he didn't have a cat in hells chance of getting it.
God some people were thick.
“I can't,” she repeated a bit more confidently, “authorize that. The person who can authorize that will be here in fifteen minutes.”
“I can't wait fifteen minutes get me the person now or I am going to blow this fuckers head off!”
“Wait,” she said, panic setting in.
“You got five minutes, or this prick won't have any brains left in his skull,” The phone went dead.
“Shit!” Niala said feeling the sweaty grasp of the small plastic K750I in her hand.
Now what do I do? What if the negotiator doesn’t get here in time? I wish there was someone else here, to help me but I’m on my own. I have to get through this the best I can.
Naila suddenly felt a spot light shining on her and saw a TV camera pointing in her direction from some 15 meters away, where the TV van had set itself up. Naila noticed that the falling snowflakes looked ghostly and other-worldly in the glare of the spot-light.
So beautiful on a night that feels so terrible.
Niala heard the familiar sound of her mobile phone ringing. She pulled it out and realized it was her new girlfriend.
Shit! I don't have time for this now, doesn’t Lisa know I’m in a hostage situation.
She answered the phone. “Look, Lisa I can't talk now,” Lisa was frantic,
“Naila I can see you on the local news channel. You are in great danger whatever you do don't-.” Naila cut her off.
“Look I can't talk now,” she said scratching the back of her neck and hiding her annoyance.
“Something very important is happening here” she pressed 'end call'.
Of all the times for Lisa to call her, it had to be now.
The smooth black terrorists mobile rang again. Naila answered it.
“Is the negotiator here yet?”
“No not yet but he won't be long,”
“Listen I told you I would blow this pricks brains out if he wasn't here soon,”
The terrorist for all his prevaricating seemed calm and in control which was good and he'd already released all the hostages except one. Maybe this incident could have a happy ending and maybe even a promotion for her.
“Look he will be here in a short while, all you have to do is wait a little while, can you do that for me…er…whats your name?” her own mobile rang again.
Shit not now, what is Lisa playing at. She ignored it.
“Mark Cooper, that’s my name,” in the background she heard someone crying.
Odd, from his name he doesn’t sound like your typical terrorist.
“Are you a convert?”
Over time Naila had come to realise that some of the converts were more fanatical then the people who had been born into the religion.
“I don't have time to play games and this prick is blubbering like a baby and I swear if he doesn't stop soon am going to finish him.”
“Is that your mobile phone I can hear ringing in the background,” he laughed a sadistic cruel laugh, “why don't you answer it, might be your girlfriend,” The phone went dead. The last sentence made Naila feel uncomfortable but she didn't have time to analyze it now.
She answered her own mobile. It was Lisa.
“Lisa! I don't have time to talk!” she screeched into the phone,
“No Naila!-” Naila ended the call.
She hadn't known Lisa long but she had never heard her like this before. When she thought about it she really knew very little about her new girlfriend, she seemed to guard her past vigorously, only letting out little snippets about herself now and again.
The whole block seemed to be coated in an unreality. To Naila, the situation didn't seem real. She had only had, basic training in dealing with hostage situations and even then most of it was from a manual. Suddenly her heart jumped as she heard a shot ring out.
Her radio crackled saying the negotiator would be there in ten minutes.
Ten minutes too late.
The smooth black mobile which was clasped extremely tightly in her hand rang. She answered it.
“Oh God! What have I done! I shot the blubbering idiot in his arm and he’s bleeding like hell.”
“You have to let him go,” she said more assertively.
F******hell! This idiot was thicker then he sounded. Maybe I can use his stupidity against him. If only I can get close enough to him to get his gun?
“I can't let him go. I won't have any thing to bargain with then,”
She could hear the painful cries of the shot hostage.
I have to do something, even though I don’t want to do what I’m thinking, I simply can’t let an innocent member of the public bleed to death.
“If he dies then you will be charged with murder, and I know you are cleverer then that. It won't help your cause if you are seen as a petty murderer,”
“Hold on! You blubbering idiot! If you don't shut up I am going to shoot you in the head!”
Naila took a deep breath. She knew she was gambling with her life but she thought she had no choice in the situation.
“Take me; I will swap places with him.”
The phone went quiet for a second. For the third time she heard her mobile ring but this time she didn't answer it -she switched it off.
“OK. Come to the front door with your hands up and leave your gun behind. Any funny business and this prick gets it!”
A spot-light followed Naila as she trudged through the snow and a moment later Naila felt her adrenalin kick in as she approached the front glass doors. They opened automatically and she could see into the lobby. Immaculately kept marble floors and clean shiny walls.
She saw a man in what looked like a white shirt but she couldn't be sure because it was covered in blood. The man was bending over and clutching his right arm. Behind him she saw a man in a suit, he was holding a handgun, and it looked like a colt .45.
“That’s it keep walking with your hands up,” Naila was half way into the lobby now.
"Let him go, You have me now.”
“Right. You, shit for brains, get out of here!” the injured man moved as fast as he could.
Naila heard the automatic glass doors close behind him.
The gunman motioned to her with his hand for her to walk in front of him. He led her to a small office which had a large window but the blinds were drawn. There was a large meeting table in the centre of the room and chairs all around it.
“Sit down.”
She pulled out a chair from the large meeting table and sat down, her breath coming to her raggedly. A police helicopter could be heard circling over head.
Shit I need a cigarette. I haven't smoked for years but right now I could do with one. Any chance I get, I’m going for his gun.
Her kidnapper, sat opposite her at the table.
“So this is the famous Naila Mohamed.”
“How do you know my first name? I never gave you that.”
“I know a lot about you, like I knew you would be the first person to respond.”
“What? How did you know that?”
“Isn't this your patch? You see I been doing a little digging.”
It didn't make sense. Why would this Mark Cooper be interested in her.
“Naila, I'm a simple man. A family man.” At this he gritted his teeth in anger.
“Or at least I was, I had a wife that loved me, a job I cared about and we were all set to have a baby.
Then one day I came home and found my wife gone, a note, a piece of fucking paper!” His face turned crimson but he calmed himself again with a deep breath.
“My wife left me a goodbye note on the kitchen table. Now I wondered why she would leave me, everything had been so good between us. We were both in love, or at least I thought we were.”
“What’s any of this got to do with me,” Naila asked.
“I'm coming to that.”
He pointed the gun at her “You see my wife's name was Lisa.”
Oh god no!
Naila instantly knew where this was going. He wasn't a terrorist.
“Why don't you switch your phone back on.” She did as she was asked and within 30 seconds it started to ring.
“Answer It.”
“Hello?”
“Naila my husband left me a note at work. Whatever you do don't go into the building.”
“Oh my god!” she screamed as realization dawned on her.
Mark Cooper pulled the trigger. The End