DIE HARD III
*Again, the title is not to be confused with the third Die Hard movie, also known as Die Hard with a Vengeance.
"He wasn't lying about Marco," Karl reported, "he's down in the street."
Ah, so that's the corpse we saw flying onto that policeman's car earlier.
"And the other man is Heinrich. And… his bag is missing."
SHIT!
"He had the detonators."
Karl responded with a defiant I told you so look.
Quickly, Hans turned his radio on. "Theo?"
"Yo!"
When will these Americans ever learn to speak proper English?
"We may have some problems, how's our schedule?"
"Three down, four to go!"
"Then don't waste time talking to me." In order for their plan to work, they needed to make haste.
Another voice suddenly came over the radio. "This is Sgt Al Powell of the Los Angeles Police Department. If the person who radioed for help can hear me on this channel, acknowledge this transmission."
Interesting.
"I say again, if the person who radioed for help on this channel can hear me, acknowledge this transmission!"
"I read you, pal." Mr Cowboy's voice. "You the guy in the car?"
"What's left of him. Can you identify yourself?"
He won't, he's too smart.
"Not now. Maybe later. Listen fast, this is a party line and the neighbours got itchy trigger fingers. Alright, here's the deal. You got thirty or so hostages on the thirtieth floor. The leader's name is Hans -"
"We gotta find him and shut him up, he's telling them everything!" Franco yelled.
"Let him. I'm waiting for the FBI to arrive, until then he can waste as much time as he likes. But," he paused, hoping to impress upon them the seriousness of the situation they had found themselves in. "We must find the bag. Fritz, go help Uli. We must find the detonators."
*scene change*
"I have a request." A well-dressed woman with a shock of curly hair and a determined expression on her face stood before him.
Hans sighed. "What idiot put you in charge?"
"You did." At this, Hans looked up. What? "When you murdered my boss," Holly elaborated. Now everyone looks up to me. Personally, I'd pass on the job, I don't enjoy being this close to you."
She certainly had a snarky tongue, and was not about to be intimidated by Hans. The latter felt a strange kind of respect for her, as he appreciated a woman who could stand up for herself. She reminded him of his Monica.
"Go on."
"We have a pregnant woman out there. Relax, she won't be due for a few weeks, but sitting on that rock isn't doing her back any good. So, I would like permission to move her to one of the offices where there is a sofa."
"No, but I'll have a sofa brought out to you. Good enough?"
"Good enough," the woman agreed. "And unless you like it messy, I'd start bringing us in groups to the bathroom."
Hans nodded. To be honest, he hadn't actually thought about that. And the woman's suggestion sounded reasonable enough. "Yes, you're right. It will be done."
A pause. "Is there something else?"
"No, thank you." She turned around to leave. Indeed, a very professional woman, Hans thought.
"Mr Takagi chose his people well, Mrs -"
"Gennaro. Ms Gennaro."