Die Hard: The Unexpected Twist

by Vanderfloog Tulips

Years after the ill-fated Nakatomi Plaza was reduced to little more than rubble, a thoroughly baffled police force has shown up to investigate the answers to the mysterious explosion. But little did they know that their little expedition would result in a little venture into the villainous Hans Gruber's backstory. Note: I do not own Die Hard.

36. Dead End

DEAD END

"Monica." His deep, velvety voice betrayed no sign of the depression or longing he felt inside.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't cut you innto fucking pieces and feed your balls to the stray dogs," Monica snapped.

Hans breathed out, counting to ten slowly. "I know you're angry with me."

"You're damn right I'm angry! How could you do such a thing? You can consider yourself lucky if I don't call the police on you!"

Hans sighed. This conversation was going nowhere.

"You won't be able to do that, my friend has disabled the phone tracking system." At least, that's what he thought that was what Karl meant - in all honesty, he had no idea how that was possible.

"Why are you calling me, anyway? What do you want?"

"I want another chance." There. It was out.

"Regardless of what the movies say, I'm not some snivelling tart who only wants a bad sociopathic boy to make her feel loved."

The line went dead. She had hung up.

Nice work, Hans, a nagging voice said in his head. Do you make it your mission to piss everybody off?

"Shut up! Just shut up!" he bellowed out loud, kicking a desk leg. That didn't satisfy his anger, so with an angry growl he flipped the whole desk over. An empty glass that had been sitting on the table clattered to the ground and shattered.

The noise was loud enough to alert Karl, who peeked his blond head around the door. "Chicks, huh?" he chuckled.