Risk & Romance
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Chapter I : Shootout
"How long can this possibly go on? I can't be much longer. And, if it does take much longer I'll have to break the clock. Metaphorically speaking of course. Wait, am I talking to myself? Well, thinking to myself. I did it again! Stop it! A third time!" John hit his head on the edge of the door. "Ouch. Okay hitting myself works but it hurts."
"There is a door you know." Someone said looking at him.
"Yeah thanks I noticed that, smart ass." He said.
"Someone is in a bad mood."
"Excuse me do I know you? I don't think so. Shut the hell up." He said.
The person quietly sat down in a chair. "So when can we get out of this place of…reading."
"Not a book person?"
"No I am a novelist I just have read all of these books."
"You are doing that smart ass thing again." He said forcing his head back hitting the door again. "This door is trying to kill me." He said. "Like I said…well thought before metaphorically speaking. Oh god, I am talking to my self again. Wonderful."
"When are we going to get out of here though?"
"Does it like I know? We aren't the only people in here anyways. Everyone from about 9 blocks is."
'Well, you are a cop right?"
"Detective, Cop, which ever."
"Then, why don't you know?"
"You think we time these things?"
"No." The person said shutting up.
"Finally." He thought.
"You know you are bleeding?"
He hit his head on the door again. "Yes, I know. You think I can't feel it? Now could you bug someone else?!"
'"Fine." The girl said walking over to one of there friends.
"Good." He had been annoyed already. He knew he was bleeding. The shooter hit him. What made his madder was he blocked a twit on her cell phone that had the door half open talking on it. And, then after he saved her all she wanted was her phone back.
He walked over to one of the other cops.
"Hey, Bailey have they gotten this guy to do anything yet?"
"No. Nothing."
"How long has it been now?
"Annoyed with it?"
"Just a little." He said.
He looked at the clock.
"That's it. That is as much time I am going to take for this dumbass."
He reached down onto his gun clip. "My way then."
He walked over to the door opening it slighty. He looked at the shooter on top of a car.
"Hey buddy." He said. "I have something for you." He said shooting him.
"I just like to give what I receive."
