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Authors: E.E. Isherwood
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seem to be doing anything to divert.
Don't do it. Don't get involved.
Do it. These people need someone giving them the honest truth.
BUT IT COULD GET YOU KILLED!
Worse. You could get them killed.
Liam squeezed Victoria's hand, stepping forward.
If I do nothing now, I kill them. I know that in my heart.
To his relief, Victoria didn't let go.
4
Liam wasn't that far from the man speaking, so he didn't have much
time to think what he was going to do. He realized he probably should
have thought of that before he committed himself. Was he going to
push the man aside and heroically begin a speech as if he were George
Washington? Maybe organize the police to hurl the man over the side
of the bridge so the crowd could “have at him.” That's
how they do it in the movies.
Reality was less structured. There were two guards with guns
standing right there. Not to mention the other fifty police officers.
He took a few steps forward toward the side rail of the bridge—it
was a wall of concrete about three feet tall. The police had set up
some steel cases at various points on the bridge—ammo
crates?—and he hopped up to the one nearest him. People down
below could clearly see what he was doing. Victoria stood next to and
underneath him, but still held his hand.
He did the first thing that came to his mind and began wildly
flailing his arms as if trying to get the attention of someone way
back in the crowd. He thought he might start screaming “This
man is a liar!” but he thought it might only antagonize the
agent. Better to be seen as a confused kid than a man with a plan.
“Dad! Dad! Can you see me?” He shouted.
Where am I going with this?
The agent halted his speechifying, unable to ignore the young man
to his left gesticulating and yelling in a crazed fashion. It gave
Liam the opening he didn't know he was looking for. “Hey! Can I
use that microphone? I see my sick dad over there!”
Not too thick you fool.
The agent was clearly processing this new information, and was
reaching a conclusion Liam wasn't going to like. He turned around
from the crowd and gestured to one of his guards using the “finger
across the throat” motion. Then he pointed to Liam.
He looked twenty feet below to those closest to him on the
roadway. In that instant he saw a family of four and knew what to
say. “I have information that could save your lives but this
man won't let me speak. Help me!” Liam was yanked off the crate
and was subdued forcefully to the ground by one of the guards. He
could no longer be seen by the crowd, but Victoria began shouting at
the security guy to let him up, insisting they were hurting Liam. She
was putting on a show for those below.
With a knee in his back he was unable to continue watching her. He
was looking at the cigarette butts, chewing gum, and other debris on
the pavement of the bridge near his face when he heard the chanting
from below.
“Let him speak!”
“Let him speak!”
“Let him speak!”
Liam knew as soon as he'd heard it he'd won the first round of
this battle. The people down below would not stop until they knew the
kid on the bridge was safe and was allowed to speak. The chant went
on for another sixty seconds before the agent finally relented.
The security agent simply removed himself from Liam's back. He was
left laying there to collect himself. Victoria pulled him up. She had
a nervous look on her face, but also the makings of a smile. “You
better go talk to your dad,” she said with a wink.
That's it. Victoria was a genius.
Liam resumed his story when he got up, this time speaking to the
agent in charge as he moved his way. “I just need to get a hold
of my dad and I'll be out of your hair. I have information that could
save his life.” It was a thin transition from what he had told
the people down below, but it was all he had.
Liam could see Agent Duchesne was a smart guy, and that they were
both walking a precarious line with the mass of frightened
Don't do it. Don't get involved.
Do it. These people need someone giving them the honest truth.
BUT IT COULD GET YOU KILLED!
Worse. You could get them killed.
Liam squeezed Victoria's hand, stepping forward.
If I do nothing now, I kill them. I know that in my heart.
To his relief, Victoria didn't let go.
4
Liam wasn't that far from the man speaking, so he didn't have much
time to think what he was going to do. He realized he probably should
have thought of that before he committed himself. Was he going to
push the man aside and heroically begin a speech as if he were George
Washington? Maybe organize the police to hurl the man over the side
of the bridge so the crowd could “have at him.” That's
how they do it in the movies.
Reality was less structured. There were two guards with guns
standing right there. Not to mention the other fifty police officers.
He took a few steps forward toward the side rail of the bridge—it
was a wall of concrete about three feet tall. The police had set up
some steel cases at various points on the bridge—ammo
crates?—and he hopped up to the one nearest him. People down
below could clearly see what he was doing. Victoria stood next to and
underneath him, but still held his hand.
He did the first thing that came to his mind and began wildly
flailing his arms as if trying to get the attention of someone way
back in the crowd. He thought he might start screaming “This
man is a liar!” but he thought it might only antagonize the
agent. Better to be seen as a confused kid than a man with a plan.
“Dad! Dad! Can you see me?” He shouted.
Where am I going with this?
The agent halted his speechifying, unable to ignore the young man
to his left gesticulating and yelling in a crazed fashion. It gave
Liam the opening he didn't know he was looking for. “Hey! Can I
use that microphone? I see my sick dad over there!”
Not too thick you fool.
The agent was clearly processing this new information, and was
reaching a conclusion Liam wasn't going to like. He turned around
from the crowd and gestured to one of his guards using the “finger
across the throat” motion. Then he pointed to Liam.
He looked twenty feet below to those closest to him on the
roadway. In that instant he saw a family of four and knew what to
say. “I have information that could save your lives but this
man won't let me speak. Help me!” Liam was yanked off the crate
and was subdued forcefully to the ground by one of the guards. He
could no longer be seen by the crowd, but Victoria began shouting at
the security guy to let him up, insisting they were hurting Liam. She
was putting on a show for those below.
With a knee in his back he was unable to continue watching her. He
was looking at the cigarette butts, chewing gum, and other debris on
the pavement of the bridge near his face when he heard the chanting
from below.
“Let him speak!”
“Let him speak!”
“Let him speak!”
Liam knew as soon as he'd heard it he'd won the first round of
this battle. The people down below would not stop until they knew the
kid on the bridge was safe and was allowed to speak. The chant went
on for another sixty seconds before the agent finally relented.
The security agent simply removed himself from Liam's back. He was
left laying there to collect himself. Victoria pulled him up. She had
a nervous look on her face, but also the makings of a smile. “You
better go talk to your dad,” she said with a wink.
That's it. Victoria was a genius.
Liam resumed his story when he got up, this time speaking to the
agent in charge as he moved his way. “I just need to get a hold
of my dad and I'll be out of your hair. I have information that could
save his life.” It was a thin transition from what he had told
the people down below, but it was all he had.
Liam could see Agent Duchesne was a smart guy, and that they were
both walking a precarious line with the mass of frightened
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