The wall phone rang.
As the leader went to pick it up, Virgil dove sideways away from the hostages and rolled over several times on the floor. He had his gun in his hand. John dove straight towards the gunmen landing almost at their feet. Gordon blasted through the main doors that were next to the phone, crouching low, yelling, "DROP THE GUNS". Alan quickly but quietly opened up the doors at the far side of the conference room.
Jeff had timed his call to the kidnappers perfectly. He and Brains were watching closely. When Virgil counted down to one, Brains sent a vibration signal to the other three Tracy boys and Jeff dialed the phone in the conference room distracting the gunmen. He had it on autodial so that it took a fraction of a second to go through. He hung up when he saw that the action had already started. Unfortunately Virgil's watch went dark after a few seconds into the fight. They could see John's but it was just a dizzying blur of movement. Jeff's heart skipped a beat when he heard the automatic gunfire.
Virgil landed near the side wall but facing the kidnappers. He had his gun pointed in their general direction. John was in an awkward position right in front of and underneath them. He would need to twist upward to shoot his gun. Alan was at the far door, down on one knee, waving to the hostages to move out quickly. He ushered them out on their hands and knees.
The gunmen are caught completely off guard. The creep starts shooting his automatic in Virgil's general direction since Virgil was the first in motion and caught creep's eye. Bullets are spraying off the floor and wall all around Virgil. Gordon, seeing that Virgil is in immediate danger, takes aim and shoots the creep in the arm. The creep looses control of the automatic weapon and the bullets are flying in everywhich direction. The creep tries to bring his numb arm in the direction of Gordon so Gordon, the best shot of all the brothers, takes aim for the gun and shoots. Satisfaction fills Gordon briefly as the shot causes the automatic to jam. Not to wallow in his success, Gordon then steps in and sweeps the creep's foot from underneath him at the same time shoving him in the shoulder, dropping the creep like a sack of potatoes onto the floor. He then drops onto the creep who is face down and pins his arms over his head against the floor.
A female hostage stands up and just starts screaming hysterically. The leader feels her more than sees her and he swings his gun arm in her direction without looking and simply shouts, "I'll kill her". Gordon is busy with the creep and John is not at a good enough angle to shoot the leader. It is up to Virgil to get the shot. In a nanosecond, the vision of him missing the first shot when Lady Penelope was tied to the railroad tracks flashed before him. He was lucky then, he had time for a second shot. But, not here. This is a one shot only deal. He had to make it. Virgil aims and fires.
The leader felt the gun jerk in his hand as the bullet hit the hammer. He didn't need to look at it to know that it was now useless. He automatically reaches across his body with his other arm to draw out a second gun. John needs to take this guy down, so he takes aim and shoots him through the leg. The leader drops on top of John and a struggle ensues. Virgil was already up and running towards Gordon who was struggling with creep. Virgil reaches inside Gordon's bag and pulls out a plastic tie, the kind the cops use as handcuffs nowadays and loops it over one of the creep's wrist. With that help Gordon can now finish containing the blue-eyes creep.
John braced himself for the hit when the leader fell on him. John had slid his gun in Virgil's direction because he knew he was going to need both hands to try and wrangle the gun from the leader. John rolled to his side as the gunman fell. His arms already reaching for the gun still partially tucked in the gunman's waistband. When the gunman landed on John, he was slightly winded but since he had prepared for the jolt, it didn't slow him down. He wrapped his leg around one of the legs of the leader and was able to roll over on top of him. But the leader shifted his weight and John lost his position and ended up back underneath him. All four hands were on the gun between the two struggling men.
Alan propped the door open with a chair and kneeling on one knee, encouraged the hostages to file out quietly on their hands and knees. He didn't need to worry about speed, they were flowing out like water through a pipe. When he had about 3/4 of the hostages out, he headed towards the fight. Everything stopped when there was a single gunshot.
The gun that John and the leader had been fighting over had gone off. They stopped struggling. Alan looked at them and thought, "This is just like the Hollywood cliffhangers. No one moves for about a year before someone finally succumbs to the bullet and dies. I can't believe no one is letting on who got hit!" He was frantic as this thought passed through his mind. Virgil, who had been standing close by, looked down as his pant leg, which gently swayed with the breeze. "Goddammit, these were my best khakis" he thought, as he looked at the neat small bullet hole in his pant leg. "Grandma is going to have a heart attack when she see a bullet hole in them." Luckily it missed him and just got his pantleg. He quickly looked up and saw that the leader was on top of John ready to cold cock him with the gun. Angered by the fact that his pants were just shot up and John's imminent danger, he takes aim and launches himself at the leader. He tackles the dark haired man with such force that even Mean Joe Green would have cringed. The gun goes flying as the gunman and Virgil each roll separately towards the table legs and chairs. The gunman is dazed from the hit.
Alan watching it all, sees the gun fly through the air when Virgil tackles the man. He jumps for it and is able to grab it in midair. "Just like playing catch or frisbee", he thinks to himself. He tucks the gun in his waistband and runs to the gunman. He has his hand in his bag grabbing for one of the pairs of the plastic handcuffs that he has. He aims for the dazed man laying face down on the floor and lands with a knee in the center of the gunman's back. He grabs both of his wrists, pinning them behind his back, throws the plastic straps around them, and pulls it tight. He raises both his hands yelling, "3.5 seconds a new worlds record."
The police and security guards downstairs hear the automatic gunfire and fear the worst. This was followed seconds later by a throng of panicking hostages pouring through the stairwell door. As the police herd the frightened people together and pull them to safety, they were asking them what happened. Several of the people were saying that they recognized some of the rescuers as the Tracys. They said they recognized at least three of the sons but they didn't hang around to make sure. They scattered at the first sounds of gunfire. They continued to gather more information from the hostages and were preparing to contact Jeff.
Virgil stood up smiling at Alan's imitation of a rodeo cowboy roping a calf. John was rolling over into a sitting position and Gordon who had just finished binding the wrists of creep still sat on creeps back. Virgil was smiling at the thought that the only injuries were to the gunmen and no one was killed. This all happened in a time frame of less than three minutes. He was still smiling as he looked around the room to see if any of the hostages were left. There was just one man left in the room and he was facing them.
He raised his arm and fired!