but there was no way that I was going to walk in the front door, as they would most likely have it staked for the eventuality that I would return.
After some careful thinking, I decided that my best way in was through the maintenance door, and I waited until somebody with a white crisp uniform went in. I put everything into the speed of my feet, in order to get there before the door closed shut behind him. I just got my finger inside the gap, and was able to walk into a kitchen that was very busy at this time of day. According to the clock on the wall, it was well past noon hour, and the kitchen was in the mists of the afternoon rush.
Nobody paid any attention to me, and was too busy with what they were doing to even notice that I wasn't supposed to be there. I found the staff elevator, and took it to one floor above Richards, and then walked out to find the door to the stairs right across from the elevator.
Going down the stairs slowly, I opened up the door to Richard’s floor, and with laptop in hand I went over to his room, and without thinking, I tried the door and walked in.
He was sitting on a chair by the window, and I was just about to open my mouth, when I felt something poking me in the back. It made me go shockingly still, and that was when I noticed that Richard was not just sitting in the chair, but his hands were behind his back out of sight. His legs were tied to the legs of the chair, and he was struggling to get loose.
“I’m sorry that you had to see this, but I have to wonder what you are doing here.” It was my husband's voice, and I turned around to see him holding a black automatic weapon. His eyes cast on to the laptop bag over my shoulder, and then a sort of recognition was expressed. “You didn't go through my files, because if you did, I'm afraid that it’s too late to go back now.” There was really no way to explain away any of this, and I think he could tell from my eyes that I had indeed learned a lot more about my husband than I wanted to.
“Michael, I think we can talk about this, and we might be able to come up with a reasonable solution for all of us.”
“He is not worthy of your love or respect, because he is a traitor to his country, and he is selling secrets to the enemy. My mission was to bring him in quietly, but then I noticed that he was here for a specific purpose.”
“Shut up…. shut up…. shut up.” Michael was losing it, and he was now showing cracks in his façade, as he lifted the gun over his head and began to pace back and forth in the room. “This can't be happening, and I was so careful.”
“If you give yourself up, I'm sure they will take into consideration your service to your country.” That was the last thing he wanted to hear, and he turned around waving the gun in the air like a madman.
“They don't know half the things that I have done for them, and I have just gotten tired of doing it for the good of the country. People are making a mint, when people like me are left in the trenches to deal with the aftermath.” I had seen enough of these things in movies to know that he was feeling trapped, and there was really only one thing that he could do, which unfortunately meant that neither Richard nor I was going to come out of this alive. “Fuck it…I’ll just disappear with the money, but not until I deal with…. ahhhhh.”
I had swung the laptop, hitting him across the side of the head, sending the gun flying over in front of Richard, who really couldn't do anything with it with his hands tied behind his back. I went off on my husband, smashing the laptop several times down on top of his head, breaking it into pieces, until finally he lay prone, not moving, but still breathing.
Running over to Richard, I grabbed a steak knife off of a tray of food, and then went to work on the plastic ties that were binding him to the chair. “Good work love, but I think it's time that I call for reinforcements.”
After some careful thinking, I decided that my best way in was through the maintenance door, and I waited until somebody with a white crisp uniform went in. I put everything into the speed of my feet, in order to get there before the door closed shut behind him. I just got my finger inside the gap, and was able to walk into a kitchen that was very busy at this time of day. According to the clock on the wall, it was well past noon hour, and the kitchen was in the mists of the afternoon rush.
Nobody paid any attention to me, and was too busy with what they were doing to even notice that I wasn't supposed to be there. I found the staff elevator, and took it to one floor above Richards, and then walked out to find the door to the stairs right across from the elevator.
Going down the stairs slowly, I opened up the door to Richard’s floor, and with laptop in hand I went over to his room, and without thinking, I tried the door and walked in.
He was sitting on a chair by the window, and I was just about to open my mouth, when I felt something poking me in the back. It made me go shockingly still, and that was when I noticed that Richard was not just sitting in the chair, but his hands were behind his back out of sight. His legs were tied to the legs of the chair, and he was struggling to get loose.
“I’m sorry that you had to see this, but I have to wonder what you are doing here.” It was my husband's voice, and I turned around to see him holding a black automatic weapon. His eyes cast on to the laptop bag over my shoulder, and then a sort of recognition was expressed. “You didn't go through my files, because if you did, I'm afraid that it’s too late to go back now.” There was really no way to explain away any of this, and I think he could tell from my eyes that I had indeed learned a lot more about my husband than I wanted to.
“Michael, I think we can talk about this, and we might be able to come up with a reasonable solution for all of us.”
“He is not worthy of your love or respect, because he is a traitor to his country, and he is selling secrets to the enemy. My mission was to bring him in quietly, but then I noticed that he was here for a specific purpose.”
“Shut up…. shut up…. shut up.” Michael was losing it, and he was now showing cracks in his façade, as he lifted the gun over his head and began to pace back and forth in the room. “This can't be happening, and I was so careful.”
“If you give yourself up, I'm sure they will take into consideration your service to your country.” That was the last thing he wanted to hear, and he turned around waving the gun in the air like a madman.
“They don't know half the things that I have done for them, and I have just gotten tired of doing it for the good of the country. People are making a mint, when people like me are left in the trenches to deal with the aftermath.” I had seen enough of these things in movies to know that he was feeling trapped, and there was really only one thing that he could do, which unfortunately meant that neither Richard nor I was going to come out of this alive. “Fuck it…I’ll just disappear with the money, but not until I deal with…. ahhhhh.”
I had swung the laptop, hitting him across the side of the head, sending the gun flying over in front of Richard, who really couldn't do anything with it with his hands tied behind his back. I went off on my husband, smashing the laptop several times down on top of his head, breaking it into pieces, until finally he lay prone, not moving, but still breathing.
Running over to Richard, I grabbed a steak knife off of a tray of food, and then went to work on the plastic ties that were binding him to the chair. “Good work love, but I think it's time that I call for reinforcements.”
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