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of long tie wraps and tossed it to Jason.
“Kid, use this on your partner’s hands,” the man ordered.
“Why don’t you just let us walk out of here before anyone gets hurt? You know they ’re going to surround this place,” Rusty pointed out, hoping his voice sounded calmer than he felt.
“I’m counting on that,” the man said calmly. He waved his hands as if beckoning for everyone to come forward.
The plan was chilling. Timing was going to be critical. If Rusty jumped him now, the man could trigger the bombs and dozens, possibly hundreds of people could be injured or killed. There were innocent people in houses all around this one, sitting down to dinner or homework or watching TV. Outside on the lawn the fire crews and paramedics were waiting for him to report back. They were likely close enough to be killed immediately.
As much as Rusty was tempted to just take his chances at disarming the man, he couldn’t risk all his friends, co-workers and unsuspecting citizens. If the situation was handled as he knew it would be, within an hour after his captain knew what was going on inside the house the entire area would be evacuated. Of course, by then the police, SWAT team and the ATF would be involved. A later detonation would likely take out many of them … emergency responders like himself who were just doing their jobs and trying to protect the public, but at least the citizens should be out of harm’s way.
“What’s your end game plan?” Rusty asked the man, both stalling and trying to distract him from tying them up.
“Talk less, listen more. Put your hands together,” the man’s comment was more of a command than a suggestion.
“It’s pretty hot in here. Can we take off our coats and air packs?” Rusty asked.
“Suffer.” The man was clearly not sympathetic.
Jason looked at the tie wraps in his hand, then up at Rusty, silently asking what he should do. The man noticed and pulled a remote control out of his pocket.
“We can end this right now if you want,” the man offered. “But I’d rather wait until everyone gets here. I want to take out as many of you government shits as possible.”
Rusty decided it was better to buy some time and hope someone smarter than he was came up with a plan on how to get everyone out without blowing the roof off. He nodded and put his hands together.
“Behind your back,” the man ordered.
Rusty reluctantly complied, his movements stiff in the heavy black jacket. Jason took out a tie wrap and tightened it around Rusty’s hands. The man jerked the tie wraps out of Jason’s hands and signaled for him to turn around. He threaded the heavy plastic through the holes and yanked it, then pulled the end of Rusty’s to tighten it another couple of notches.
“Have a seat, gentlemen ,” he said sarcastically. “We’re going to be here awhile.”
Rusty dropped down on the couch and Jason followed. They exchanged a worried look, then turned back to their host.
A phone rang, causing all three of them to jump. The man took a small black cellphone out of his pocket and answered.
“Yes.” He listened for a few seconds, then answered, “They’re right here. No, they’re not hurt. We’ve just been talking a little politics.” He listened for a few more seconds. “No, I’m not going to shoot them … yet. I should warn you that I’ve had a lot of spare time on my hands for the last six months. A man can put together a shitload of explosives in that amount of time. I wouldn’t recommend anyone trying to breach the premises or … kaboom! Yeah, it’ll be ugly.” He listened again. “We don’t have enough time to list all the things I want, but we can start with giving me my fucking life back. Hell, I’m realistic. Staying in Denver doesn’t sound like a good idea for my future health and well-being. I could probably put all this behind me with a couple million in unmarked bills and a free pass to Mexico.” Again the voice on the other end
“Kid, use this on your partner’s hands,” the man ordered.
“Why don’t you just let us walk out of here before anyone gets hurt? You know they ’re going to surround this place,” Rusty pointed out, hoping his voice sounded calmer than he felt.
“I’m counting on that,” the man said calmly. He waved his hands as if beckoning for everyone to come forward.
The plan was chilling. Timing was going to be critical. If Rusty jumped him now, the man could trigger the bombs and dozens, possibly hundreds of people could be injured or killed. There were innocent people in houses all around this one, sitting down to dinner or homework or watching TV. Outside on the lawn the fire crews and paramedics were waiting for him to report back. They were likely close enough to be killed immediately.
As much as Rusty was tempted to just take his chances at disarming the man, he couldn’t risk all his friends, co-workers and unsuspecting citizens. If the situation was handled as he knew it would be, within an hour after his captain knew what was going on inside the house the entire area would be evacuated. Of course, by then the police, SWAT team and the ATF would be involved. A later detonation would likely take out many of them … emergency responders like himself who were just doing their jobs and trying to protect the public, but at least the citizens should be out of harm’s way.
“What’s your end game plan?” Rusty asked the man, both stalling and trying to distract him from tying them up.
“Talk less, listen more. Put your hands together,” the man’s comment was more of a command than a suggestion.
“It’s pretty hot in here. Can we take off our coats and air packs?” Rusty asked.
“Suffer.” The man was clearly not sympathetic.
Jason looked at the tie wraps in his hand, then up at Rusty, silently asking what he should do. The man noticed and pulled a remote control out of his pocket.
“We can end this right now if you want,” the man offered. “But I’d rather wait until everyone gets here. I want to take out as many of you government shits as possible.”
Rusty decided it was better to buy some time and hope someone smarter than he was came up with a plan on how to get everyone out without blowing the roof off. He nodded and put his hands together.
“Behind your back,” the man ordered.
Rusty reluctantly complied, his movements stiff in the heavy black jacket. Jason took out a tie wrap and tightened it around Rusty’s hands. The man jerked the tie wraps out of Jason’s hands and signaled for him to turn around. He threaded the heavy plastic through the holes and yanked it, then pulled the end of Rusty’s to tighten it another couple of notches.
“Have a seat, gentlemen ,” he said sarcastically. “We’re going to be here awhile.”
Rusty dropped down on the couch and Jason followed. They exchanged a worried look, then turned back to their host.
A phone rang, causing all three of them to jump. The man took a small black cellphone out of his pocket and answered.
“Yes.” He listened for a few seconds, then answered, “They’re right here. No, they’re not hurt. We’ve just been talking a little politics.” He listened for a few more seconds. “No, I’m not going to shoot them … yet. I should warn you that I’ve had a lot of spare time on my hands for the last six months. A man can put together a shitload of explosives in that amount of time. I wouldn’t recommend anyone trying to breach the premises or … kaboom! Yeah, it’ll be ugly.” He listened again. “We don’t have enough time to list all the things I want, but we can start with giving me my fucking life back. Hell, I’m realistic. Staying in Denver doesn’t sound like a good idea for my future health and well-being. I could probably put all this behind me with a couple million in unmarked bills and a free pass to Mexico.” Again the voice on the other end
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