The cars pulled up surrounding the car park and footsteps rang out loud and fast. From the mechanics room James could here the voices and the steps as they got louder. He leered at the unconscious Sam on the floor,
"Pity by the time they find you you'll be dead," he stroked the gun once more patiently waiting for Sam to awake. He was under no pressure after all.
Outside Phil was standing on the floor above. His eyes were narrowed as he scanned the very empty level. His radio was hanging loosely in his hand as was his mobile.
"There's no one here," he kicked a stone pillar ferociously. The pain barely registering in his face.
"Serge," Keziah's voice crackled through.
"Go ahead,"
"There's a locked door down here,"
Immediately Phil started running. Taking the stairs two at a time he reached the door which was already surrounded by armed police and uniform. An officer stood feet shoulders width apart, gun in hands preparing to break the door down.
Meanwhile Sam's eyes fluttered open. Remembering the horror of the hour before she frowned unsure why she was still alive. James uncaring at how close the voices were pointed the gun lazily at her head,
"Sweet dreaming?" he asked with a sneer.
Shaking Sam stared at the gun unable to get a word out of her swollen mouth. Just above them the door gave way and the police swarmed in. Sam turned in hope but in an instant James was by her side, cold gun pressed hard against her temple. Phil and the rest reached them and stopped. Sam stared pleadingly her eyes meeting Phil's. Her hands trembled uncontrollably and her face was tear stained but she was silent.
"Lower the gun James," Phil said calmly.
"Ds Hunter, your just in time for the fun,"
The bang rang out echoing around the small room.
Was it done? Sorry to leave it here but hey it'll get your imaginations going!!
