locked, except for one that led into the projector room. I closed it as softly as I could, turning the lock and walking back until I was striking up against a table. I fell onto my ass, putting my hands around my knees and rocking back and forth with my mind totally consumed with the fear that I was feeling. There were voices out beyond the door, and then footsteps running past, but the voices were foreign, and sounded of Arabic descent.
Once they realized that I wasn't there, they would undoubtedly start a room-to-room search, until they were able to eliminate me for good. This had to have something to do with either my husband Michael, or Richard, but either way it looked like I was in the thick of things. Looking around, I needed to find some way out of here without being noticed, and there seemed to be a small door in the floor, and I thought I didn't have anything to lose. It wasn't easy to spot, and if you weren't lying on the floor like I was, you probably wouldn't be able to extinguish it from the rest of the floor.
I used my fingernails to pry it up, and then I lowered myself into some kind of crawlspace, closing it behind me as I heard the door crash inwards. Footsteps were above me, and those same voices began to rise in pitch, until finally they left after not being able to locate me.
It was dusty, and dirty, and I thought for sure that I was going to sneeze, but at the last possible second I pinched my fingers against my nose, stopping it before it produced. I didn't even notice that I still had the laptop, and I was still amazed that I didn't drop it in all the commotion. It had some very interesting information, if of course I was even able to give it to the right people.
It felt like hours, but I knew it was only several minutes, and I wasn't going to move until I was positive that there was nobody out there waiting to take me out. I still didn't know what this was all about, except for what I had read in my husband's computer had certainly illuminated a few disturbing things.
Taking a deep breath, I lifted the hatch, peeking my head out of the opening to see that nobody was there. I was lucky that I didn't get electrocuted, because apparently I was lying on some very unstable wires, and I guess we all do what we have to do to survive. I stayed in the room, with my ear against the broken door, so that I could hear if anybody was out there milling around.
Casually, I moved into the hallway, going down the stairs one step at a time, on high alert for anything that was going to jump out at me. Outside the window, I could see several Japanese police cars, and police officers and paramedics trying to look after any of the injured. They really had no idea that any of this had spilled into the theater, and the only indication that it had was the bullets in the wall going up the stairs.
I didn't want to have to answer any questions, so I did what my husband would do in this situation. I walked out of there like there was nothing wrong, walking away without glancing back and in doing so preventing them from looking in my direction. I just became one of the many onlookers, and the crowd that had formed around the police tape. If they were still out there looking for me, I needed to change my look, so that they wouldn't be able to pinpoint me in the crowd. I noticed this scarf hanging off of a purse, and I grabbed it and wrapped it around my head, taking my jacket off and rolling up my sleeves.
There was a display of colorful jackets in front of a small store, but the proprietor was busy in the street with the rest of the onlookers. I took one of the jackets and put it on, while at the same time going down a side street and out of the view of the main fare.
I was pretty good at directions, and I could tell that I was no more than a couple miles away from the hotel, but I was going to have to stay hidden within the shadows to get there.
It took me an hour to get back to the hotel,
Once they realized that I wasn't there, they would undoubtedly start a room-to-room search, until they were able to eliminate me for good. This had to have something to do with either my husband Michael, or Richard, but either way it looked like I was in the thick of things. Looking around, I needed to find some way out of here without being noticed, and there seemed to be a small door in the floor, and I thought I didn't have anything to lose. It wasn't easy to spot, and if you weren't lying on the floor like I was, you probably wouldn't be able to extinguish it from the rest of the floor.
I used my fingernails to pry it up, and then I lowered myself into some kind of crawlspace, closing it behind me as I heard the door crash inwards. Footsteps were above me, and those same voices began to rise in pitch, until finally they left after not being able to locate me.
It was dusty, and dirty, and I thought for sure that I was going to sneeze, but at the last possible second I pinched my fingers against my nose, stopping it before it produced. I didn't even notice that I still had the laptop, and I was still amazed that I didn't drop it in all the commotion. It had some very interesting information, if of course I was even able to give it to the right people.
It felt like hours, but I knew it was only several minutes, and I wasn't going to move until I was positive that there was nobody out there waiting to take me out. I still didn't know what this was all about, except for what I had read in my husband's computer had certainly illuminated a few disturbing things.
Taking a deep breath, I lifted the hatch, peeking my head out of the opening to see that nobody was there. I was lucky that I didn't get electrocuted, because apparently I was lying on some very unstable wires, and I guess we all do what we have to do to survive. I stayed in the room, with my ear against the broken door, so that I could hear if anybody was out there milling around.
Casually, I moved into the hallway, going down the stairs one step at a time, on high alert for anything that was going to jump out at me. Outside the window, I could see several Japanese police cars, and police officers and paramedics trying to look after any of the injured. They really had no idea that any of this had spilled into the theater, and the only indication that it had was the bullets in the wall going up the stairs.
I didn't want to have to answer any questions, so I did what my husband would do in this situation. I walked out of there like there was nothing wrong, walking away without glancing back and in doing so preventing them from looking in my direction. I just became one of the many onlookers, and the crowd that had formed around the police tape. If they were still out there looking for me, I needed to change my look, so that they wouldn't be able to pinpoint me in the crowd. I noticed this scarf hanging off of a purse, and I grabbed it and wrapped it around my head, taking my jacket off and rolling up my sleeves.
There was a display of colorful jackets in front of a small store, but the proprietor was busy in the street with the rest of the onlookers. I took one of the jackets and put it on, while at the same time going down a side street and out of the view of the main fare.
I was pretty good at directions, and I could tell that I was no more than a couple miles away from the hotel, but I was going to have to stay hidden within the shadows to get there.
It took me an hour to get back to the hotel,
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