This is gonna be a really short chapter, but my computer broke down last week and I lost all my files. This is just to let you know I'm still there and I'm gonna finish this as soon as possible. Real life's just interfering these days…
Please have some patience and review!!
CHAPTER 8
"Brad, if they had one they…"
"Shut up! I don't wanna hear it! If you had agreed to give me the money right away we wouldn't even be here!" He shoved the gun hard into Logan's upper back.A woman screamed when she saw the gun actually being pointed at someone.
Logan put his hands up in surrender. "Okay, just stay calm, don't do anything stupid." He slowly wheeled over to the two rows of chairs facing each other. He hated the feeling of someone with a gun standing behind him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to move fast enough to escape and the memory of a bullet ripping through his back was suddenly present again, making him shiver.
Juna had already sunk down in the chair closest to him, glancing nervously down the hallway where her husband was having surgery.
Logan stopped next to her, quickly swivelling around so he could face the man behind him again.. "Brad. This isn't a solution…" Logan tried again when he realized Brad wasn't listening. "Please, put the gun down, strip off this vest and we can talk."
"You know what? I can't strip it off. If I do we all go boom." His arms flew in the air and he laughed hysterically. The look in his eyes made Logan realize that the man had lost it. There was no way he could reason with him.
He swallowed. Somehow he had to get those people out of the building they had nothing to do with it. It was all his fault, he realized. He had brought this on, he and his stupid sense of justice. Now it might actually kill people. "Listen, I'm sure the police know about this. If you don't cooperate you won't walk out of here alive."
"And neither will you," was the cold answer, and Logan was surprised how calm Brad seemed. "I don't care. My brother is dying in there! He is dying!" In a matter of moments the franticness was back.
Logan closed his eyes for a short instance. He recognized the signs. This guy was desperate, he had nothing to lose. Logan didn't press, in the hope that maybe Brad would realize what he was doing when he had some time to think about everything.
Five minutes passed and Logan watched the scared group of hostages. There were a few old people, two of them in wheelchairs, heavy, big hospital issue wheelchairs. There was no way they could get them out of there quickly.
And again, memories came floating back to him. God, he had always hated those wheelchairs. The nurses would have sat him in them and wheeled him to the window so he could watch the busy street below. As if any of this helped. Hadn't they realized in how much pain he had been? How much additional pain facing the reality of everyday life down there caused? He vigorously forced the dark thoughts back…
Some staff members, nurses, a doctor, and two young women who trying to calm down three scared kids, the oldest about Mackenzie's age. A man maybe about Logan's age sat protectively in front of the kids, eyeing Brad disgustedly.
Logan's eyes wandered to Juna, she was the only one sitting upright, refusing to show any signs of fear or confusion. Maybe Max had been right about her…
The look in those green eyes reminded him of the cold, distant look he had seen in Max's brown eyes when she was on a mission.
The telephone in the nurse's room rang, and after what seemed like an eternity Brad took the five steps and answered it. He listened for a moment, and then abruptly broke the connection. "Go to hell!"
"What did they want?" Logan asked tentatively. He knew he was walking a thin line, but he couldn't just sit there and wait. He knew Brad, and he knew that he was not a hostile man, he was just desperate and out of control. Maybe he would eventually realize what he was doing.
"They wanted me to let you go," Brad snorted.
"You should consider it," Logan replied. "At least the women and the kids."
"First I want a doctor walking in here with a liver."
Logan considered the next step for a moment, and then decided to risk it. "Let the kids and the women go."
"Shut up!" Brad yelled and stepped closer, his fist connecting with Logan's jaw. The force knocked him back and the chair tipped over. Logan landed hard on the floor, the chair coming to land on his unfeeling legs.
Juna had jumped up, but Brad immediately aimed the gun at her, making her hesitate. "Easy," she tried, watching as Logan pulled himself into a sitting position and shoved the chair aside.
His hand wandered to his mouth and he winced when he touched his lip. He looked at it and saw that his fingers were covered in blood. 'I won't let anybody stitch me up!' was his first thought.
"Call them! Tell 'em I'm serious!" Brad screamed again and Logan obeyed, awkwardly reaching for the phone that had landed on the floor a few inches away.
He explained the situation, giving the cop on the other end of the line as much hidden information as possible, keeping one eye on Brad. Eventually he lowered the phone.
"I know the cop in charge. He'll see what he can do." He handed the phone back. "Brad," he tried again, feeling rather vulnerable as he sat on the floor. "We both know Randy. He wouldn't want this."
"No, he doesn't want to die! That's what he wants!"
Logan shook his head. "Brad, you can't hold back death if it's meant to be…" Logan had to make Brad understand the bitter reality. He had heard a doctor talk to a nurse, telling her that Randy might lose his battle any minute. What if it happened while they were still held hostage? How would Brad react? He had to prepare him, somehow.
"Shut up!"
TBC
Please have some patience and review!!
CHAPTER 8
"Brad, if they had one they…"
"Shut up! I don't wanna hear it! If you had agreed to give me the money right away we wouldn't even be here!" He shoved the gun hard into Logan's upper back.A woman screamed when she saw the gun actually being pointed at someone.
Logan put his hands up in surrender. "Okay, just stay calm, don't do anything stupid." He slowly wheeled over to the two rows of chairs facing each other. He hated the feeling of someone with a gun standing behind him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to move fast enough to escape and the memory of a bullet ripping through his back was suddenly present again, making him shiver.
Juna had already sunk down in the chair closest to him, glancing nervously down the hallway where her husband was having surgery.
Logan stopped next to her, quickly swivelling around so he could face the man behind him again.. "Brad. This isn't a solution…" Logan tried again when he realized Brad wasn't listening. "Please, put the gun down, strip off this vest and we can talk."
"You know what? I can't strip it off. If I do we all go boom." His arms flew in the air and he laughed hysterically. The look in his eyes made Logan realize that the man had lost it. There was no way he could reason with him.
He swallowed. Somehow he had to get those people out of the building they had nothing to do with it. It was all his fault, he realized. He had brought this on, he and his stupid sense of justice. Now it might actually kill people. "Listen, I'm sure the police know about this. If you don't cooperate you won't walk out of here alive."
"And neither will you," was the cold answer, and Logan was surprised how calm Brad seemed. "I don't care. My brother is dying in there! He is dying!" In a matter of moments the franticness was back.
Logan closed his eyes for a short instance. He recognized the signs. This guy was desperate, he had nothing to lose. Logan didn't press, in the hope that maybe Brad would realize what he was doing when he had some time to think about everything.
Five minutes passed and Logan watched the scared group of hostages. There were a few old people, two of them in wheelchairs, heavy, big hospital issue wheelchairs. There was no way they could get them out of there quickly.
And again, memories came floating back to him. God, he had always hated those wheelchairs. The nurses would have sat him in them and wheeled him to the window so he could watch the busy street below. As if any of this helped. Hadn't they realized in how much pain he had been? How much additional pain facing the reality of everyday life down there caused? He vigorously forced the dark thoughts back…
Some staff members, nurses, a doctor, and two young women who trying to calm down three scared kids, the oldest about Mackenzie's age. A man maybe about Logan's age sat protectively in front of the kids, eyeing Brad disgustedly.
Logan's eyes wandered to Juna, she was the only one sitting upright, refusing to show any signs of fear or confusion. Maybe Max had been right about her…
The look in those green eyes reminded him of the cold, distant look he had seen in Max's brown eyes when she was on a mission.
The telephone in the nurse's room rang, and after what seemed like an eternity Brad took the five steps and answered it. He listened for a moment, and then abruptly broke the connection. "Go to hell!"
"What did they want?" Logan asked tentatively. He knew he was walking a thin line, but he couldn't just sit there and wait. He knew Brad, and he knew that he was not a hostile man, he was just desperate and out of control. Maybe he would eventually realize what he was doing.
"They wanted me to let you go," Brad snorted.
"You should consider it," Logan replied. "At least the women and the kids."
"First I want a doctor walking in here with a liver."
Logan considered the next step for a moment, and then decided to risk it. "Let the kids and the women go."
"Shut up!" Brad yelled and stepped closer, his fist connecting with Logan's jaw. The force knocked him back and the chair tipped over. Logan landed hard on the floor, the chair coming to land on his unfeeling legs.
Juna had jumped up, but Brad immediately aimed the gun at her, making her hesitate. "Easy," she tried, watching as Logan pulled himself into a sitting position and shoved the chair aside.
His hand wandered to his mouth and he winced when he touched his lip. He looked at it and saw that his fingers were covered in blood. 'I won't let anybody stitch me up!' was his first thought.
"Call them! Tell 'em I'm serious!" Brad screamed again and Logan obeyed, awkwardly reaching for the phone that had landed on the floor a few inches away.
He explained the situation, giving the cop on the other end of the line as much hidden information as possible, keeping one eye on Brad. Eventually he lowered the phone.
"I know the cop in charge. He'll see what he can do." He handed the phone back. "Brad," he tried again, feeling rather vulnerable as he sat on the floor. "We both know Randy. He wouldn't want this."
"No, he doesn't want to die! That's what he wants!"
Logan shook his head. "Brad, you can't hold back death if it's meant to be…" Logan had to make Brad understand the bitter reality. He had heard a doctor talk to a nurse, telling her that Randy might lose his battle any minute. What if it happened while they were still held hostage? How would Brad react? He had to prepare him, somehow.
"Shut up!"
TBC