There were others in the van. Twelve of them in total. I stayed with my father not because I felt safest there but because I knew him more than any of the other terrorists. When we got into the garage of the building I began to hyperventilate. I didn't want to be here at all. When the van stopped half of the terrorists got out first, followed by my father who was grabbing my arm. We walked to the elevator and once inside the terrorists began to check their guns. Father remained stood still with a smaller gun in his hand. When the elevator dinged I looked out onto a lot of people who were smiling and laughing, this was the party. And then the gunfire started. I heard loud screams come from the large room and then father began to walk towards the people and he stood there and looked down on them.

"Please remain calm" father shouted and then the screaming died down. Father handed me over to another terrorist whose hand went around my wrist. Father then advanced into the party and began to speak to some people, telling them things about their own lives which he had learned. Eventually he stopped and found a man named Joseph Takagi. He led Mr, Takagi from the room of the party and into a quiet office.

"Now Mr. Takagi I expect you know the code for the lock of the vault?" father asked him when he was seated, I was stood behind my father's shoulder, looking onto the man who was smiling even in this situation.

"I know the code but you can't really expect me to tell you" he chuckled and I groaned to myself. He should just tell them, he didn't know who he was messing with.

"I shall count to three Mr. Takagi" my father said and he pointed the gun at the man who was still smiling but in a sense of disbelief.

"One" father started and the man and shook his head.

"Two" father continued.

After what seemed forever he said three and then the man simply said:

"You'll have to kill me before I give you the code"

"Okay" father said and he shot him in the head as if it was the easiest thing to do. I put my hands over my mouth to stifle a scream and looked away from the pool of blood. I couldn't believe he found it that simple to kill someone. To take away a life like that. Father stood up and grabbed me by the arm.

"Get off of me!" I snapped at him as he dragged me through the room "let go!"

"Trust me Katherine I have no intention of letting you leave. It has started now and you are a part of this!" he snapped and I began to cry.

"Shut up you stupid girl!" father snapped and now we were back out in where all of the people from the party were. Father ordered the terrorists to fire the gun to create calmness again and this time he told them what had happened. They all shrieked in terror which prompted another gunshot. Father then went into an office which belonged to a Ms. Gennaro. Once he was sat at the desk he pulled out a radio and told Theo to break the locks.

"Yo boss! I can get to the seventh lock but have no idea how to break that one" Theo replied from the radio.

"I shall handle the last lock" father said and began to speak in German to some of the other terrorists. I took a seat in front of the desk and looked around the office. It was nice and reasonably large but it felt like a prison. Father removed his coat and placed it on the back of the chair, he then stared at me and suddenly a voice came over the radio. Father picked the radio up and listened intently into it. There was a voice which told him that the guard had been killed. I looked at him in disgust.

"You killed an innocent guard?" I asked him and he rolled his eyes at me.

"You always were dramatic Katherine. This is why your mother was killed" he said and I looked at him intently.

"My mother was killed?" I asked him and he chuckled.

"Yes...she discovered about what I did and didn't like it. She could have blabbed to anyone available and so she was killed after she had you...I didn't realise I had gotten her pregnant and was distraught. I had hoped for a son to continue the Gruber name and be like me but no, instead your mother once again disappointed and gave me a girl" he told me and I stood up in shock. He had killed her.

"You killed my mother?" I checked and he smirked.

"Sit down Katherine. It is all in the past" he waved his hand but I wouldn't sit down. I didn't think he had killed her...but then he found it so easy to kill and so why not kill mother. I hated him more than ever. Father stood up and grabbed my arm.

"Get off me!" I snapped and he slapped me. Father hadn't hurt me ever during my life. I quickly lifted my head and looked him straight in the eyes. Father took me to the window and forced me to look outside. At one point I thought he may throw out of it.

"You see this Katherine?" he said pointing outside, his hands on my arms, holding me in place "I have sheltered you from all the horrible things which occur out there for the sixteen years of your life, your mother was one of the horrible things out there and I got rid of her."

Father spun me quickly in his arms so that his face a mere inch from mine.

"I find you a decent man to marry and you repay me like this?" he asked me and I quit with him.

"Let go of me" I begged him more than ordered. I just wanted to get away from him.

"Now I expect you to act as a daughter should. You will sit back down and respect me" he ordered and pushed me back into the chair. I looked down at my entwined hands and wished I could escape him. I hated him with such passion. As the time ticked by another voice came onto the radio but this one was asking for help from the police. Father and some other terrorists listened intently and I smiled. Someone was in this building and working against them. Maybe there was hope.

"Who is this?" father asked over the radio and an American man answered.

"I'm not sure I should tell you that Hans" he replied and my father looked at the terrorists next to him.

"Go find him" he told them and they left the room behind Karl.

"Do you really think you stand a chance against us Mr. Cowboy?" Father asked and laughter came from the other end of the radio.

"Why not? I already have some detonators" he said and the colour drained from my father's face.

"Really?" father checked and once again the man laughed.

"Worried now aren't you Hans, you and you're little girl?"

My father looked at me and I stared straight back at him. How did he know us? I didn't quite understand.

"My daughter is none of your concern" father eventually said "she is not with us"

"Sure, sure Hans. Whatever you say" the American said without belief. I stood up from my seat and snatched the radio from his grasp.

"Sir this Katherine Gruber, I would like you to know that I have no part in this idiotic plan and am here against my will" I told him and father snatched the radio back from me.

"Well Hans, she certainly hates you" the 'cowboy' laughed and I sat still, watching my father. He made no response to what he had just said. Did he know I hated him? Or...was I really being ungrateful. Father had given me everything I had wanted and even though we weren't close I had no desire to change that...I had never wanted to know him. I had longed for a proper relationship but knew he would never give me one and so I stopped waiting. He had looked after me...I didn't know what to think. The other end of the radio went dead due to gunshots and then a woman walked in. She was medium height with bushy hair. She stood next to me and looked at me.

"Are you part of this?" she asked me and father looked up from some paperwork.

"I don't believe you are in any position to be talking to her" he snapped and the woman went quiet.

"Well, I am here to know if we could have a sofa, there is a pregnant woman and her back aches from sitting on that rock" the woman asked.

"What idiot put you in charge?" father snapped at her and I rolled my eyes. Talk about arrogance.

"You did when you murdered my boss" the woman retorted and father looked her over once.

"A sofa shall be brought out to you" father said and shouted to one of the terrorists at the door.

"And unless you want a mess maybe you should start sending us to the bathrooms in packs" she added.

"Fine" father said and waved a hand to dismiss her. I took a seat opposite my father again and held my head in my hands. I failed to believe that he had killed her...she was my mother. I began to feel light headed and so I plucked up the courage to speak to my father:

"Father, is it possible for me to have a drink...please?" I asked him and he looked over at me with a kinder expression on his face.

"I shall fetch you one" father said and he stood up slowly and left me alone in the room. Alone in there. After he had left I quickly stood up and made my way to the unguarded door before running down the corridor.

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