"You are a very stupid man!" Omar snapped as he threw the phone across the
room. "I was trying to be nice, allowing you to make small talk with your
buddies, and how do you repay me? By committing suicide."
Toby didn't say anything and shrugged. He looked up and noticed Omar taking his gun out of his jacket.
"I don't like you," Omar moaned. "So this isn't going to hurt me that much."
"I have one question," Toby said, trying to hide the fear he was feeling. "If the President really did follow through with letting your brother go, were you really going to let me go?"
"You want the truth?" Omar asked.
"Yes."
"No," Omar said simply and pointed the gun at Toby's head. "I still regret not taking the girl. I could have had some fun with her before I killed her."
"Yeah, it's too bad," Toby said sarcastically.
"You have guts, I'll give you that much," Omar smirked. "Any last words?"
"Omar, you have a phone call," A man yelled from upstairs.
"Yeah," Omar nodded. "I'll be back," He warned Toby before putting the gun back in his jacket and walked out.
"This can't be good," Toby moaned to himself. He looked around and noticed that the bodyguards had followed Omar out and he was alone.
Toby tried to loosen up the rope that tied his hands together. After a few moments, he succeeded. Toby quietly bent forward and untied the rope around his ankles and stood up. He quickly went over and stood under where the window was located. He tried to jump, but found that the window was too high.
Toby ran back over and grabbed the chair that he was tied up in. He moved it over under the window and stood on it. He stopped for a moment when he heard the voices begin to grow nearer. He tried to open the window, but found that it was shut tight.
"Don't do this to me," Toby whispered to himself, trying to lift the window up. He pulled harder as he heard Omar walked towards the door. Just then, Toby pulled the window open and pulled himself up so he could get out.
"What the hell?" Omar opened the door and saw Toby climbing out of the window.
"Shit!" Toby moaned to himself as he pushed himself through.
"Shoot him!" Omar ordered.
Just then, Toby saw a person walking by.
"Help me!" Toby begged. He couldn't get his lower half out of the window.
"What's going on?" The man asked. "Wait! You're the guy on TV," The man pointed.
"Pull!" Toby put out his hands.
"Yeah," The man dropped his bag and pulled Toby. But not before Omar's men got a few shots off, one hitting Toby in the leg.
"Shit!" Toby yelled.
"What?" The man asked, pulling him to the side of the window.
"Do you have a car?" Toby asked, trying to stand.
"Yeah, it's over there," The man pointed.
"Hurry and help me over there," Toby ordered. The man agreed and helped Toby limp over to the car that was about 50 feet away. Toby turned back as they hurried to the car and saw Omar and his men running after them.
"Do you have a cell?" Toby asked.
"Yeah," The man took his spare hand and grabbed it out of his pocket. "Here," He handed it over. Toby quickly dialed 911.
"Shoot him!" Omar ordered as the man got to the car.
"Get in!" Toby ordered the man, while trying to tell the lady on the phone where they were located. Toby jumped in the car sideways, to avoid falling on the side where he was shot. Then the sounds of gunfire blasted by him. "Go!" Toby screamed and the man started the car and took off.
"This isn't over," Omar warned.
"Sir, put the gun down!" An officer ordered, while walking up to him. "Do it!"
"Or what?" Omar smiled and pulled his gun out and pointed it to the cop.
"No!" More police officers came running around the corner and started shooting. Omar was the first one to go down, but his men quickly followed.
"Are you okay?" One of the policemen asked around to his team, after he noticed Omar and his men were all dead.
"Yeah," They all nodded. "We're all fine."
TBC
Toby didn't say anything and shrugged. He looked up and noticed Omar taking his gun out of his jacket.
"I don't like you," Omar moaned. "So this isn't going to hurt me that much."
"I have one question," Toby said, trying to hide the fear he was feeling. "If the President really did follow through with letting your brother go, were you really going to let me go?"
"You want the truth?" Omar asked.
"Yes."
"No," Omar said simply and pointed the gun at Toby's head. "I still regret not taking the girl. I could have had some fun with her before I killed her."
"Yeah, it's too bad," Toby said sarcastically.
"You have guts, I'll give you that much," Omar smirked. "Any last words?"
"Omar, you have a phone call," A man yelled from upstairs.
"Yeah," Omar nodded. "I'll be back," He warned Toby before putting the gun back in his jacket and walked out.
"This can't be good," Toby moaned to himself. He looked around and noticed that the bodyguards had followed Omar out and he was alone.
Toby tried to loosen up the rope that tied his hands together. After a few moments, he succeeded. Toby quietly bent forward and untied the rope around his ankles and stood up. He quickly went over and stood under where the window was located. He tried to jump, but found that the window was too high.
Toby ran back over and grabbed the chair that he was tied up in. He moved it over under the window and stood on it. He stopped for a moment when he heard the voices begin to grow nearer. He tried to open the window, but found that it was shut tight.
"Don't do this to me," Toby whispered to himself, trying to lift the window up. He pulled harder as he heard Omar walked towards the door. Just then, Toby pulled the window open and pulled himself up so he could get out.
"What the hell?" Omar opened the door and saw Toby climbing out of the window.
"Shit!" Toby moaned to himself as he pushed himself through.
"Shoot him!" Omar ordered.
Just then, Toby saw a person walking by.
"Help me!" Toby begged. He couldn't get his lower half out of the window.
"What's going on?" The man asked. "Wait! You're the guy on TV," The man pointed.
"Pull!" Toby put out his hands.
"Yeah," The man dropped his bag and pulled Toby. But not before Omar's men got a few shots off, one hitting Toby in the leg.
"Shit!" Toby yelled.
"What?" The man asked, pulling him to the side of the window.
"Do you have a car?" Toby asked, trying to stand.
"Yeah, it's over there," The man pointed.
"Hurry and help me over there," Toby ordered. The man agreed and helped Toby limp over to the car that was about 50 feet away. Toby turned back as they hurried to the car and saw Omar and his men running after them.
"Do you have a cell?" Toby asked.
"Yeah," The man took his spare hand and grabbed it out of his pocket. "Here," He handed it over. Toby quickly dialed 911.
"Shoot him!" Omar ordered as the man got to the car.
"Get in!" Toby ordered the man, while trying to tell the lady on the phone where they were located. Toby jumped in the car sideways, to avoid falling on the side where he was shot. Then the sounds of gunfire blasted by him. "Go!" Toby screamed and the man started the car and took off.
"This isn't over," Omar warned.
"Sir, put the gun down!" An officer ordered, while walking up to him. "Do it!"
"Or what?" Omar smiled and pulled his gun out and pointed it to the cop.
"No!" More police officers came running around the corner and started shooting. Omar was the first one to go down, but his men quickly followed.
"Are you okay?" One of the policemen asked around to his team, after he noticed Omar and his men were all dead.
"Yeah," They all nodded. "We're all fine."
TBC