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Edward Mason snatched the curtains closed in frustration. "Fuck!" His buddy Royce shook his head from his seat on the sofa, his own henchmen spread across the penthouse. Edward waved his gold and silver 45 cal pistol around carelessly, he went to one of the very frightened maids sitting tied and gagged on the large sofa center of the penthouse. He forced the pistol under the woman's chin, grinning like a maniac as she screamed behind the wash towel and cried even harder, her breathing loud and haggard. "You had to recognize me...didn't you. Now look! I couldn't let you leave...", he jerked away from her and backhanded her so hard she fell into the other maids lap, but made no move to try and sit up. She just lay there, bawling. "Pathetic."

Royce sighed and stood, pulling his cotton jacket forward a bit walking over to his long time friend. "When you said you had a plan...I expected more money...not being trapped in a shitty hotel, kidnapping maids."

"I had a plan!"

"Had!", one of Royce's boys threw out from his position by the door.

"So...got a plan now? Before the cops downstairs figure out how to take us out?"

Edward nodded, "We either walk our way out with them..."

"Snipers.", the guy sitting at the bar reminded Edward, sipping his beer with both his pistols sitting on the counter.

"Or we could kill those bitches, and shoot our way out of here."

Royce stared at the wild haired lunatic a few seconds before laughing lightly with disbelief. "Shit never changes with you does it man? I came here because you needed backup...I didn't come here to die!"

"Hey!", Edward yelled, eyes wild and face getting redder. "We been in worse situations...remember? We can make this call man...we can."

Royce doubted it, but blowing up on Edward right now would not help the situation at all. So he went back to his chair. "Whatever man. If we make it out alive, you owe me...owe me big."

"We'll make it.", Edward peaked out the window again, seeing one of the two choppers still hovering out there.

Marshal's Hale and Clearwater and one S.W.A.T. team were carefully making their way up to the top floor on the right, weapons drawn ready to unleash a world of fire power. They had two targets, one unknown and one on the top floor. Every one had their eyes open, the communication channel was to stay open at all times. And the second S.W.A.T. team were taking the left staircase on the other side of the hotel.

"Team two, report.", the team one leader asked quietly after the group stopped at the 20th floor, so far it's been very quiet. "Team two?"

There was static before a female's voice came through, team two's leader. "It's a ghost town on the left side, team one. No signs of intrusion here. Preparing to go through a danger zone to the other staircase"

"Roger that team two, continue to the penthouse. Keep the channel open."

"Copy, over and out."

Bella was leaning against the closet wall watching with a certain calm , as the S.W.A.T. team eased their way past her hiding spot, she counted at least 7 of them the door to the utility closet was slightly ajar and all they had to do was look her way and they would see her, but they didn't. Not even the two Marshal's pulling up the rear.

Peter and Charlotte were just a bit ahead but she wasn't sure where exactly, she just knew Jasper was on the other side of the door leading to the second set of stairs going up to the penthouse. She waited almost impatiently, but when the familiar sounds of a 9mm firing off and those S.W.A.T. m4's retaliating and the yells echoing up and down the hall way, Bella pulled her spas off her back and walked out of the closet.

"Ambush! Team one I repeat! Ambu-", the team leader's head snapped back and she went down like a sack of potatoes against the wall, leaving a trail of blood and brain matter behind.

Everything happened in slow motion for her, the entire police team was spread out hiding behind cleaning carts, inside the doorways of open rooms and in the prone on the floor. No one saw the figure in black with the skull mask and hood coming up behind the two exposed Marshal's. Two of the team members when down with bullets buried in their skulls.

Peter and Charlotte was closing in on the team just as Bella reached the two Marshal's . it was Emmett who spotted her first, he pivoted to shoot her but Boss flipped her shotgun around so the barrel was up and hit him across the face with the butt-stock. She hit him so hard he spun around and hit the wall then the floor, Sam noticed the movement out of the corner of his eye.

"Shit!" Sam stood and tried to overtake Bella. She took a step back swinging her spas like it was a baseball bat and hit him across the face as well. Sam fell against the cleaning cart he was hiding behind, thinking he was knocked out like Emmett. Boss continued on, flipping her barrel over again until heard a pop and she stumbled forward almost falling over. She turned to see Sam spitting out a glob of blood and aiming for her head. Quickly Bella ducked inside of a room, knocking over one of the S.W.A.T. members and dropping her damn shotgun. But that was the least of her worries, Bella shoved the m4 away from her torso just as the heavy set man pulled the trigger.

The officer broke free of Bella's firm grip and hit her across the face with the butt-stock of his m4 rifle. Thankfully the mask was strapped on properly and barely moved, he went for a second blow to make sure the perp beneath him was completely down. Bella waited until the last moment, and blocked the very painful blow with her forearm, he was too heavy set to buck off, so Bella just grabbed his service weapon off his hip and emptied the clip where the vest didn't cover.

The officer fell limp onto of Bella, bleeding all over her.

"Fuck,too old for this shit", she grunted pushing him off of her, popping her neck Bella got back to her feet and picked up her shotgun, popping her back as well. she was about to search the dead officer when she heard an m4 firing on burst just out in the hallway.

"PETER!"

Team one finally made it to the 30th floor, but there was no team 2...and nothing was coming through the comm's but static. They could hear the distant sounds of guns being fired but there was nothing they could do for team two but hope for the best. Team one quickly surrounded all the penthouse exits so the only way out were the balcony's and/or windows. The team leader looked at everyone to make sure they were ready, then knocked on the door.

"Mason! Open up!", he yelled through the door, keeping his distance. "We have you surrounded, give up now...and we won't use force."

At first there was no answer, "Fuck you pigs! We ain't never givin' up!", that voice was way too deep to be Edward and Leah told them so through the communication links.

The team leader acknowledged the information. "All we want are the hostages. Give us the hostages and we will work something out!"

There was nothing said from the other side for a while, but there was obvious moment happening in the penthouse. Just as the team leader was about to request permission for a forceful extraction when a new voice spoke through the door.

"Fine! You can have these pathetic wastes of skin!"

Leah immediately pressed the mic in her ear, "That's him. Edward Mason."

The team leader backed away from the door several steps, "Okay, open the door slowly and send them out one at a time!"

"Team one, we have lost all communications with team two. What is your situation?! Over."

"Chief, we are about to secure the hostages.", Rose responded quietly, feeling a bit anxious.

"Roger that Marshal."

One of the french doors of the penthouse opened, all the officers manning this door had a clear view inside the room, but saw no one. One by one the maids were coming out, crying and gagged with white wash towels. They were directed towards Rose to be guided to safety, the third maid was forced out of the room...literally tripping over her feet and falling into the team leader. The barrel of an elephant shotgun followed, a millisecond passed before a loud deafening booming shot rang out in the closed area, going through the maids back, through the team leaders vest.

Both bodies hit the floor in a tangle of limps and a mix of blood, the piercing cry in Rosalie's ear snapped her out of her daze and pushed her into action. Getting the hostages to safety, nodding to Leah who was range running past her, Rose covered both hostages as she herded them around the corner to the stairway leading down.

Once the door was closed, Rose made work of the towels and tossed them to the floor. "Listen to me, go straight down. Do not stop, there will be officers and EMT's down there waiting for you. Okay? You're going to be alright. Just go straight down."

"Yes, thank you so much."

Rosalie watched them go down the stairs as fast as they could, she tightened her vest and went back in.

Hope this hotel has good janitors and insurance, lol...