Emily sat down quietly, ignoring the people who came in after her. She had just closed her eyes - to prevent the nauseau from becoming worse again - when her cell phone rang. She got it out of her pocket and looked at the caller i.d. It was Matt's name that flashed across the screen and she was about to pick up when the barrell of a gun appeared in front of her face. It was so out of the blue that she dropped her cell phone, which fell on the seat beside her. The fact that it stopped ringing told her that the call just went to voicemail. The gun was being held in a hand, covered in a glove. She looked up into a pair of green eyes, but that didn't make her understand more. Another hand was held out to her. "Hand over your cell phone." an unfamiliar voice told her. With trembling hands she picked up her cell phone. While doing so she pressed two buttons on the side of her phone. One would send a signal to Lia's computer via GPRS, and the other one locked the phone so only she could acces it. Keeping her scared and stunned facial expression perfectly in place, she handed over her cell phone. The second she let go of her phone the man walked on and the gun disappeared.
Matt had looked stunned at his phone for a few seconds before hitting speed dial and calling Emily. She couldn't be serious about telling him that over a text message. He was certain that she would pick up her phone and they would talk about it, he would probably even take the rest of the day off. Or she would stop by the office. What it would be precisely he didn't know yet. However when she didn't pick up and he got her voice mail, he began to worry again. Why wouldn't she pick up? He didn't think about it twice before he sent a text message with that exact same question.
Mean while, Lia had returned to her desk and was busy zapping through the news to see if anything out of the ordinary had happened. She was just reading some article on the internet about something which wasn't really worth her attention, when a beep told her that someone in the CNU had activated the GPRS function on their cell phone - provided by the FBI. With raised eyebrows she opened the programm and saw that it was Emily's phone. She got up and almost ran towards Matt, Duff, Frank and Cherryll - who had joined the guys. "Guys, I think there is something you should see." she said, still not sure whether she sould be worried, freaking out or glad the system caught the signal."What's wrong Lia?" It was Cherryll who reacted first. She followed her friend back to the computer and looked at the moving signal. She got out her cell phone which started ringing.
Next to the busdriver stood a man, dressed similarly to the man who had just taken her phone. They appeared to just be talking, but somehow Emily doubted that. She looked more careful and saw that the man pointed a gun at the driver in a way it was very hard to spot. It slowly became clear to her what was going on. Maybe it would have been better if she had waited for the next bus, but then again, she couldn't have known. She slowly turned around and looked at the rest of the bus. There weren't that many people in it. From where she was sitting she saw two old ladies, a five-year old and her daddy, two teenagers, a man in a suit and four young women. Somehow she just couldn't seem to figure out why the men would get on this bus. It was just absurd. It could have just as well been empty.
If it weren't for one of the guys who told her to not look around, not look up at anyone or anything, she probably would have taken more time to take in what she saw. She would rather stay unharmed and maybe be helpful later then get shot right away and losing everything she had. Without drawing too much attention she rested her head against the window and closed her eyes. Again fighting with upcoming nauseau. It would have been better if she had called upon Matt to drive her to her doctor, but it was a mistake she had made and couldn't change back.
At the exact moment that Cherryll answered her phone, someone else came running in telling them they should turn on CBN. Cherryll gestured that Lia should put the newscast on the big screen. Within seconds they saw what was going on. Well, not really. A newsreporter was interviewing an old married couple. "What happened after the bus arrived?" the newsreporter said. It was the old lady who answered. "A few people got in, but before we could even get up to get on the bus two men walked past us. Guns in their hand, getting on the bus. The second they were on the bus the busdriver closed the doors and drove off. In a different direction then he should have."
"Yes, I'm looking at it as we speak. Does anyone know what bus it is or where it's at?" Cherryll said into the phone. She didn't even try to hide the fact that she was very worried at the moment she hang up. "Guys, we have a problem. There is a bus with at least two HT's and a whole bunch of hostages driving through L.A. and we have no idea what so ever where it could be at." she sai to her team.
