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Authors: Luke Young
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stood guard. Two men returned from the bowels of the building.
Nasir asked, "Are we all set?"
"Yes sir."
"Have you heard anything from Fareed or Akbar?"
"No. They are not answering."
Nasir sighed. "Let's go find them."
As the three headed toward the offices, Marci looked at Stephanie. "When I get out of here I'm totally going to have sex with Brock, like amazing sex."
"No, you’re not. I'm going to have sex with him." Stephanie sneered.
"You're crazy."
The terrorists shared a tired look. One sighed, looking to the ceiling. "Please, Allah, help us."
Marci said, "You know, I might even let Brock tie me up like this because this is sorta hot."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm just saying that—"
"Shut up. Shut up you two!" One of the captors rushed over angrily. "I can't take it. Not another word."
After taking a deep breath, Marci sneered. "Hey, why do you hate us anyway? I mean, I know I have like five— two thousand dollar Louis Vuitton purses, and I really do care what Khloe and Kim are up to, but I mean, does that really make us bad people?"
"What?" The terrorist stared at her dumbfounded.
"The Kardashians… you know."
The man shook his head ruefully then looked to his partner who simply returned a shrug.
"One more word and I'm going to kill you."
Stephanie announced, "Yes, please kill her. Please, she's getting on my nerves too."
Marci shot her a pointed look. "If they kill anyone, they should totally kill—"
"Shut up! I'm serious."
The man pointed at Marci then at Stephanie and gritted his teeth. "Look, Nasir changed his mind and he won't let me kill either of you, but if I hear one more word, one more… I'm going to take off my underwear and shove it in your mouth. I've been wearing them for four days now and I haven’t showered once. Let's see you try to talk then."
Both women curled their lips tightly and widened their eyes. The man dropped his head in his hands and walked away groaning.
Inside the office, Brock heard the door swing open and then nothing else. Seconds ticked by as he waited with his heart beating out of his chest. Suddenly he saw the first man walk past the door way and he held his fire. As soon as the second man was in sight, Brock fired striking him once in the back of the head. The man dropped down and Brock fired a spray of bullets at the other man as he scurried away.
Brock listened for a moment and heard nothing. Peering out into the hall, he spotted Akbar lying dead on the floor, blood pooled around his head and a trail of blood drops leading toward the bathroom door. He grinned determined, crossed the hall then shuffled slowly sideways along the wall until he reached the solid wood door. Looking down he spotted the man's pants visible through the ventilation screen at the base of the door. Backing up to the opposite wall he took a deep breath, then took off launching his shoulder into the door. The heavy wood door exploded open, blasting into the man behind it and knocking him to the ground, sending his rifle skidding across the floor.
Brock smiled, leveling his gun at his target and pulled the trigger, but it clicked empty. The man groggily reached for his weapon and Brock stepped on his arm. The man squeezed in pain until Brock drove the heel of his other foot into his face knocking him out cold.
After picking up the intruder's weapon, Brock fired a fatal shot and left the bathroom, telling himself, four down and five to go. Rounding the corner, he came upon two men heading toward him. Without skipping a beat, he fired two perfect kill shots and they collapsed to the floor. Make that three to go.
Suddenly Brock felt the barrel of a hand gun pointing into his back. "Drop it Cocoa Death!" Nasir growled. "If you want to see your precious fiancée or girlfriend one last time before you die… drop it."
Brock sighed then ground his teeth together before tossing the rifle to the floor. After feeling a sharp pain in his neck, he collapsed to the
Nasir asked, "Are we all set?"
"Yes sir."
"Have you heard anything from Fareed or Akbar?"
"No. They are not answering."
Nasir sighed. "Let's go find them."
As the three headed toward the offices, Marci looked at Stephanie. "When I get out of here I'm totally going to have sex with Brock, like amazing sex."
"No, you’re not. I'm going to have sex with him." Stephanie sneered.
"You're crazy."
The terrorists shared a tired look. One sighed, looking to the ceiling. "Please, Allah, help us."
Marci said, "You know, I might even let Brock tie me up like this because this is sorta hot."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm just saying that—"
"Shut up. Shut up you two!" One of the captors rushed over angrily. "I can't take it. Not another word."
After taking a deep breath, Marci sneered. "Hey, why do you hate us anyway? I mean, I know I have like five— two thousand dollar Louis Vuitton purses, and I really do care what Khloe and Kim are up to, but I mean, does that really make us bad people?"
"What?" The terrorist stared at her dumbfounded.
"The Kardashians… you know."
The man shook his head ruefully then looked to his partner who simply returned a shrug.
"One more word and I'm going to kill you."
Stephanie announced, "Yes, please kill her. Please, she's getting on my nerves too."
Marci shot her a pointed look. "If they kill anyone, they should totally kill—"
"Shut up! I'm serious."
The man pointed at Marci then at Stephanie and gritted his teeth. "Look, Nasir changed his mind and he won't let me kill either of you, but if I hear one more word, one more… I'm going to take off my underwear and shove it in your mouth. I've been wearing them for four days now and I haven’t showered once. Let's see you try to talk then."
Both women curled their lips tightly and widened their eyes. The man dropped his head in his hands and walked away groaning.
Inside the office, Brock heard the door swing open and then nothing else. Seconds ticked by as he waited with his heart beating out of his chest. Suddenly he saw the first man walk past the door way and he held his fire. As soon as the second man was in sight, Brock fired striking him once in the back of the head. The man dropped down and Brock fired a spray of bullets at the other man as he scurried away.
Brock listened for a moment and heard nothing. Peering out into the hall, he spotted Akbar lying dead on the floor, blood pooled around his head and a trail of blood drops leading toward the bathroom door. He grinned determined, crossed the hall then shuffled slowly sideways along the wall until he reached the solid wood door. Looking down he spotted the man's pants visible through the ventilation screen at the base of the door. Backing up to the opposite wall he took a deep breath, then took off launching his shoulder into the door. The heavy wood door exploded open, blasting into the man behind it and knocking him to the ground, sending his rifle skidding across the floor.
Brock smiled, leveling his gun at his target and pulled the trigger, but it clicked empty. The man groggily reached for his weapon and Brock stepped on his arm. The man squeezed in pain until Brock drove the heel of his other foot into his face knocking him out cold.
After picking up the intruder's weapon, Brock fired a fatal shot and left the bathroom, telling himself, four down and five to go. Rounding the corner, he came upon two men heading toward him. Without skipping a beat, he fired two perfect kill shots and they collapsed to the floor. Make that three to go.
Suddenly Brock felt the barrel of a hand gun pointing into his back. "Drop it Cocoa Death!" Nasir growled. "If you want to see your precious fiancée or girlfriend one last time before you die… drop it."
Brock sighed then ground his teeth together before tossing the rifle to the floor. After feeling a sharp pain in his neck, he collapsed to the
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