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Melissa slouched against the teller counter and sighed exasperatedly. A few women and children wouldn't shut up with their crying, Melissa growled at them and glared. She sighed again only with more of a growl and said, "WILL YOU SHUT-UP ALREADY?!?! Crying doesn't get us anywhere you…you…. you…ARGH!! I'm so mad at you I can't think of a good insult!!"
"Oi! Shut-up brat!" A big burly Caucasian man said pointing a gun at her.
Melissa was unfazed by this gesture of threats. Placid went over and pulled the
gun away.
"You shut-up, Liken," Placid said. "This kid's got spunk. If you want to get high on my list of eligible right-hand men you have to loosen up!"
Melissa sighed and said, "How long is this going to bloody take?! I just came to get money to buy a book! AND RIGHT NOW I NEED A BOOK TO READ TO KEEP OCCUPIED!! JEEZ!! Or maybe a notebook and pen, writing is good for me too."
Placid smirked and nodded to one of men, "You, go get them."
"Sir, yes sir," the crony bowed and the walked out where all the cops were, their guns poised.
"Get your hands in the air now!!" they yelled at him. He smirked, holding up his own rifle and gun.
"Back off, bagel bellies! If you kill me, a hostage is killed, I'm just out to get something," the man said. He walked to the store down that was evacuated but not locked down and took two notebooks a few pens and pencils then walked back calmly.
The Police Chief seethed, "He's got some damn nerve to act that calm during this time!"
"Sir, he is the one with the upper hand," another officer said. The Chief scoffed.
"I'm not talking about him, I'm talking about Donovan! Look at him! He's like fucking Dhali Lama! Not a worry line on his face! There are like one hundred hostages in there and he's as calm as a sleeping dog!" The Chief said motioning to Donovan and his crew as they set up base just a few yards away in the store. "It's as if he's done his tons of times and doesn't care anymore."
"Well, he is a professionally trained negotiator and UC agent, sir," an officer said. The Chief looked at him.
"How would you know?" The Chief asked.
"I've done background research, he's damn good agent," the officer said.
"Go…go back to your post and keep your gun and eyes on the bank!!" The Chief said. The officer walked off. "Donovan must be damned conceded to be so damn calm!! He's going to just have to not win this one, I'm going to win it!"
The Chief snatched a telephone from another officer and called the bank.
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The phone was ringing inside the office of the Bank manager just a few doors down. Placid looked at the manager.
"Why the hell do you keep your office down here?" he asked. The manager shrugged. "What is Donovan doing?! Calling the manager? Doesn't he know to look up my cell and have a DIRECT line!! Jeez, is he an amateur?!"
"Probably some police officer trying to be the hero of the day…" Melissa mumbled. Placid looked at her.
"What was that?" he aske.d
"I said it's probably some stupid officer trying to be the hero of the day," Melissa said louder. Placid smiled.
"You know what?" He said in his English accent. "I am thinking you're bloody right. Crum, go answer it."
A tall muscular white man in a black muscle t-shirt and camouflage pants and combat boots nodded his bald scarred head. He walked over to the office and picked up the phone. He just grunted in a greeting.
"Why doesn't he say 'hello'?" Melissa asked. "What is he? M-"
"Mute? Yeah he is," Placid said grinning. "There's a scar on his throat, the vocal cords were torn out by a bear when I went to sabotage some camp sites. See the bear claws he wears as a necklace? That's the bears claws, he tore them out one by one while the bear was still alive, then we ate bear for that night."
"Damn," Melissa said. "Interesting.."
"That's cruel and unusual, you..you evil person! I bet you cheat on taxes too! And never pay your debts!!!!" A woman shrieked. She was in her mid-40's and obviously the very panicky and always scared by little things. Placid walked over to her.
"What? You're calling me evil? Well let's look at your file shall we?" Placid walked over to the computer and accessed the files. "Well, well, well! Look it here! You are five hundred thousand dollars in the hole…you've been caught cheating on your taxes for ten consecutive years and oh…you have committed three felonies, two robberies and one car theft. And you accuse me of those bad accusations? One, I've always paid my debts, two I've never cheated on my taxes, three I've committed better felonies than you."
"You're still evil!" She shrieked.
"Oh shut-up! You're as evil as he!" Melissa yelled. "I've heard of you, Betty Wagener! You're an ardent Earth Conservationist Club member! The ECC members swear off cars, tvs and anything that poses a threat to the Earth. But you're still alive so obviously you don't fill that plus I've seen you around town, you live just a few houses down from me! You have a fucking big house! And you drive three SUVs, and three Ferraris! Being a hypocrite is just as evil as killing."
"I do not! You lie you little brat!" She said. "what do you know-eek!!"
Placid placed his gun under Betty's chin, "Woman, no need for name calling here. This kid, no doubt, speaks the truth…hehehe, I can smell a hypocrite a mile away and right now the stench clouds my nose as does your cheap perfume!"
The lady sneered at the insult and huffed and looked away. Placid laughed.
"You look like an inflated bumblebee," Placid laugh his men joining him. Melissa held back a snicker. The woman glared at her.
"What are you laughing at you little brat?! You seem to be more on their side than ours! What are you? A little spy for this asshole to see what the hostages are planning?" Betty asked. Placid stopped laughing and stroked his little beard.
"Hmmm, interesting idea, a spy in the hostages…yes, then we'd know who is a Feddy and or planning for self defense…that's a pretty damn good idea," Placid said grinning. He pointed his gun to Betty's head and grinned wider, "You've just saved your life, woman. Haha, that's a good idea you've given me."
"Do you think there are any 'Feddies', as you say, are in this little-big bunch of idiots that are called 'hostages'?" Melissa asked. Placid looked around suspiciously.
"I don't know…I don't care, perhaps we'll just kill everyone except a few and then shrug it off eh?" Placid cocked his gun as everyone started to whimper. He placed the barrel of the gun at the temple of an obviously whiny, and gullible woman with short brown hair. She started crying and a strange smell emanated from her making everyone move away. The floor around her seemed to be moist, and not from sweat I'm betting…
Placid cackled and then drew his gun back and stepped back, "Russ, get this woman out of here, throw her out, I don't like people to stink up the heist I'm pulling and wettening and mudding the floor…Juke, clean up this mess."
"Sir, yes sir!" They both said and went about to what they were bided to do. Melissa got up and walked over to the wall and leaned on it, getting as far as she could from the woman and her mess. Placid walked over.
"Disgusting human woman…no guts except her bladder and large intestine.." Melissa mumbled irritably. Placid grinned.
"You know, out of all my robberies and heists, never have I seen one so calm and confident as you. I applaud your good act," Placid said.
"Are you kidding? Act? I am not acting. I don't really care if I die or not, death doesn't really scare me as it does others…especially that woman," Melissa pointed to the woman as she was pushed out the door. Placid laughed.
"Why aren't you afraid?" he asked. Melissa smirked.
"After living with my mum everything else is great," she said. Placid laughed again.
"Word! Mothers are usually scary, but I'm a momma's boy so about 25% of my money I steal I send to my mother," he said. Melissa scoffed.
"I'm more of a daddy's girl, only because Dad gives me money when I ask, no questions asked!" Melissa said.
"Heh, well, my mum never did that but she didn't raise the bar all that high so a lot of the shit I did just slided by, unnoticed. She was usually too busy with her job to support her and my twin."
"Whoa, you have a twin?" Melissa gaped. Placid nodded.
"Don't worry, my twin brother is kind of the good brother," he said. "He usually covers for me."
"You sure you want to tell me this?" Melissa asked. "I mean, I can keep a secret but you know…it's going to lie there and just wait until one day it'll pop-up without me noticing, in about five to ten years."
Placid laughed and patted Melissa on her back, she pulled away slightly, "Oh sorry, don't worry I'm not like that, those people make me sick. But, hehe, in five to ten years I'll most likely be retired."
"But you're like…twenty-one!" Melissa said. Placid laughed and blushed.
"Well, I'm not that young, more like twenty-five," Placid said. "But when I'm thirty to thirty-five I'll have enough money for ten men to retire."
"Interesting," Melissa said. "Perhaps I should look into this business."
"Hahaha! You? Be like me?" Placid grinned. He shrugged and laughed, "Actually it could happen. Yes, you be under my wing, I train you in all there is to know and then be my inheritor. The one who inherits my domain, my kingdom."
"Domain, yes. Kingdom? No," Melissa said.
"Oh you see, when you run your own business, it is your kingdom, everything goes as you say it to be, it's like being God to"
"Uh please don't compare it to being God," she said. Placid nodded understandingly.
"Well, it's like being a king, or queen in your case and the case of Larry Medderman of Meddy Computers…uh anyway, it's like being the ruler of your own kingdom or queendom if you'd prefer," Placid laughed. Melissa looked tilted her head a bit and looked up in thought.
"Hmm…interesting…Meddy computer? Larry Medderman is gay?" Melissa asked. Placid nodded. "His computers suck, so slow and laggy and not good for chat sites that run of java and JavaScript. But he does make good calculators and good paint programs."
(Just to let you know, Melissa didn't speak badly of Meddy Computers because he's gay, the computers really do suck in their world.)
"Yeah, but don't compliment him around me."
"Word."
A big Hispanic man came up to Placid and saluted, "Sir, Donovan is ready to talk, sir."
"Ah, good," Placid said getting up from the wall grinning like a child in a toyshop. Melissa's eyes were wide. Did she hear them correctly? "Talk to ya laters."
"Right," Melissa said still a bit surprised. Her father was working on this? Well, duh, he is an Under Cover agent and a negotiator. But, if he knew she was in here…he might panic, go offline, loose his concentration! Melissa then hit herself on the wall to get her mind straight. "Whoa…okay now, I'm just going to lay low, stay near Placid, he's the one farthest from the press."
She nodded in agreement to herself and smiled, her plan would work out in the details in the time to come but now she'd just have to stay low and hope that her father doesn't see her.
Placid took up his cell and talked, "Hello, Agent Donovan?"
"Yes," Donovan replied.
"Well, at last I talk to the legendary Donovan. Well, Donovan the usual negotiating or shall we take it to another level?" Placid said.
"I'm not your usual negotiator. One, we're going by my rules," Donovan said.
"Uh, wrong, Donovan. I am the one with the hostages, I call the shots," Placid said.
"Well, unlike other negotiators who already have men on the way, my men are there. Look amongst your men and the hostages, who do you see?"
"A few security guards, and a bunch of worried people except this one kid, I think she'll take after me one day," Placid said grinning.
"Well then, let's go your way," Donovan said not a drop of worry in his voice. Cody looked at him.
"We had men in there?" Cody whispered. Donovan shook his head. He had just said that to put fear in Placid, but it didn't seem to work.
"So what is it, Placid? Money? Power?" Donovan asked.
"Hehe, no just for fun with assets."
"Well you already released a hostage, what do you want for it?"
"I already got what I want, a woman that won't piss and shit her pants when a barrel of a shot gun is pointed on her temple. She's gone I got what I wanted from that. You can consider it a freebie. Only used for my heists."
"Okay, so what are your demands?"
"Money, power…nah, just the money and knowledge of another fun time this month."
"Hm, nice. Okay, what money? How much?"
"Forty million dollars."
"Forty million? You make more than that in a week!!"
"So? Just because I steal from banks doesn't mean I'm not charitable and one for the community."
"Well, when you rob from banks, you rob thousands even millions that trust funds, and charities deposit into the bank. You steal the only money left for a dwindling small struggling working class family, you rob from what little a homeless man has."
"I'm charitable to my mother," Placid said, his voice changing to an Irish accent.
"Doesn't really mean you're charitable in general," Donovan said. Placid's grin was gone now.
"Listen, just get me what I ask, NOW!" Placid said. "Or I'll shoot everyone of those officers out there."
"What? What about your hostages??" Donovan asked.
"YOU'RE my hostage too, Donovan!" Placid laughed evilly. "You're all my hostages! EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU PIGS OUT THERE!! AND EVERYONE IN HERE! YOU ARE ALL, hehehehe, MY HOSTAGES!!"
Then he hung up.
~~~End Chapter~~~
What'd you think? Sorry took long to update, but as said before I'm wanting to try to make these chapters long. Well, on to other stories now I guess. Tata all. Oh and I have decided to start writing again, I'm coming nearer to forgiving myself…oh kay, I've forgiven myself now.
Jester