be the mastermind behind this, remember.”
“You do not have to tell me the plan, Armando. I am the one who came up with it. This just changes things a little. I will have to clear my head and think.”
“We do not have time for you to think. We are surrounded by the police; we have a hotel full of hostages and trying to keep up this charade of killing two hostages each day. Eventually, someone will catch on.”
Giorgio reacted like the madman he is. He pushed the gun underneath Armando’s chin, which silenced the man immediately. With a stare as cold as death, he spat through gritted teeth, “Don’t ever tell me how to run my crew. Know your place. I could put you down just as fast as that piece of trash that killed my friend.” He pushed Armando back a couple steps with his gun. “Now go make sure that the hostages are in order. We do not need any heroes today.”
Without another word, Armando turned and walked out of the room . Under his breath he whispered, ‘If that is how you want to play it. Act like a dog, you will be put down like one.’
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Once on the shelves, Miranda pushed aside some rolls of toilet paper, intensely grateful that these at least didn't make noise when they fell down the shelves. She sat on her knees on the narrow ledge, the air vent just in her reach. She analyzed the screws, trying to come up with a solution. “I need something to turn these screws.” She called back to Adrian.
He reached under his shirt and pull out a small silver cross on a chain. “Here, try this.” He passed it to Miranda.
S he managed to turn it so the air vent would open. Careful not to let the metal cover make any noise on the metal shelves, she put it down on the remaining rolls of toilet paper. Miranda eyed it in doubt for another couple of seconds, figuring that if anyone would come in and find both her missing and the air vent cover gone, even these men could put connect the dots. They might even punish Adrian for her disappearing.
Miranda called down in a whisper. "When anyone comes in and they find me missing, tell them that some of their buddies just took me away. And try to look worried, as if they were looking like they were going to rape me, or something."
Without waiting for his answer, she took off her shoes and threw them down the shelves in Adrian's arms. Hide those, she mouthed. Miranda did not want to risk making noise with her shoes on the metal air vent. The same counted for her necklaces. She left them behind in some of the cardboard tubes that were the core of the rolls of toilet paper and hoped to God that no one would be in desperate need of those for a while.
S he climbed in the air vent, feet first, grabbing the cover while she wriggled herself backwards. It was narrower than she had thought, but she should be able to turn around eventually. Miranda threw one last look down, at Adrian, hoping she could find some way to get them out before she put the air vent back in place. There were no screws to hold it this time, but it fit quite firmly. She had to hope it would stay in place until she got back. Wish me luck, she thought to no one in particular as she pushed herself backwards through the metal shaft, looking over her shoulder after every push.
Adrian watched as Miranda squeezed into the tight space and refitted the cover. He could not believe that she was small enough to fit in that little hole. Now that she was gone, the small closet seemed almost empty to him, despite the fact that there were two people unconscious on the floor. Adrian placed some of the toilet paper rolls neatly on the shelf and straightened the towels that have been misplaced. It was for two reasons, really. He wanted to keep himself busy and he wanted to keep from drawing any attention to the shelves if someone came.
He stood there for a moment and looked at the two bodies on the floor. Alice had finally stopped bleeding, but her skin was pale and full of sweat.
“You do not have to tell me the plan, Armando. I am the one who came up with it. This just changes things a little. I will have to clear my head and think.”
“We do not have time for you to think. We are surrounded by the police; we have a hotel full of hostages and trying to keep up this charade of killing two hostages each day. Eventually, someone will catch on.”
Giorgio reacted like the madman he is. He pushed the gun underneath Armando’s chin, which silenced the man immediately. With a stare as cold as death, he spat through gritted teeth, “Don’t ever tell me how to run my crew. Know your place. I could put you down just as fast as that piece of trash that killed my friend.” He pushed Armando back a couple steps with his gun. “Now go make sure that the hostages are in order. We do not need any heroes today.”
Without another word, Armando turned and walked out of the room . Under his breath he whispered, ‘If that is how you want to play it. Act like a dog, you will be put down like one.’
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Once on the shelves, Miranda pushed aside some rolls of toilet paper, intensely grateful that these at least didn't make noise when they fell down the shelves. She sat on her knees on the narrow ledge, the air vent just in her reach. She analyzed the screws, trying to come up with a solution. “I need something to turn these screws.” She called back to Adrian.
He reached under his shirt and pull out a small silver cross on a chain. “Here, try this.” He passed it to Miranda.
S he managed to turn it so the air vent would open. Careful not to let the metal cover make any noise on the metal shelves, she put it down on the remaining rolls of toilet paper. Miranda eyed it in doubt for another couple of seconds, figuring that if anyone would come in and find both her missing and the air vent cover gone, even these men could put connect the dots. They might even punish Adrian for her disappearing.
Miranda called down in a whisper. "When anyone comes in and they find me missing, tell them that some of their buddies just took me away. And try to look worried, as if they were looking like they were going to rape me, or something."
Without waiting for his answer, she took off her shoes and threw them down the shelves in Adrian's arms. Hide those, she mouthed. Miranda did not want to risk making noise with her shoes on the metal air vent. The same counted for her necklaces. She left them behind in some of the cardboard tubes that were the core of the rolls of toilet paper and hoped to God that no one would be in desperate need of those for a while.
S he climbed in the air vent, feet first, grabbing the cover while she wriggled herself backwards. It was narrower than she had thought, but she should be able to turn around eventually. Miranda threw one last look down, at Adrian, hoping she could find some way to get them out before she put the air vent back in place. There were no screws to hold it this time, but it fit quite firmly. She had to hope it would stay in place until she got back. Wish me luck, she thought to no one in particular as she pushed herself backwards through the metal shaft, looking over her shoulder after every push.
Adrian watched as Miranda squeezed into the tight space and refitted the cover. He could not believe that she was small enough to fit in that little hole. Now that she was gone, the small closet seemed almost empty to him, despite the fact that there were two people unconscious on the floor. Adrian placed some of the toilet paper rolls neatly on the shelf and straightened the towels that have been misplaced. It was for two reasons, really. He wanted to keep himself busy and he wanted to keep from drawing any attention to the shelves if someone came.
He stood there for a moment and looked at the two bodies on the floor. Alice had finally stopped bleeding, but her skin was pale and full of sweat.
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