Disclaimer: The speech is taken from memory and from the Die Hard script from . Die Hard and its characters do not belong to me but Amelia does, obviously. Enjoy.
He holds my hand open, dropping his pistol in it as he speaks but he doesn't let go, he holds on for a second.
"I'll find you, now use the stairs, move!"
He hops onto the roof of the car. Once on the roof of the car he reaches over the edge and removes the ruler, closing the inside doors and setting the car in motion again and out of sight, leaving me alone. I was unsure of how long I hid out, I didn't even know where I was anymore. Luckily I hadn't run into any more terrorists as I had travelled up and down a few stories of the building, most of which I had never been on in my short time. At Nakatomi, generally you only really work on the floor where your office is or so it is for us on the 30th floor. I thought back to my father, each time I did my stomach would turn I had never felt so useless and out of sync with everything in my life. With no way of getting close, even with John's gun it would be suicidal, at least John could weave his way through the building and defend himself. I had managed to wander down to the conference room, somewhere Mr Takagi had taken me when he and my father first shown me around the building. His tour started here as he proudly showed off his foreign projects and seemed particular defensive about the Indonesian project, as did my father. The instant thought of the deceased happy man brought me to near tears, Mr Takagi had been killed earlier that evening and in the rush of John's explanation it hadn't sunk in. Was anybody else dead? A sob caught in my throat as I sunk against one of the vast windows that viewed a city that had no idea of the suffering and danger one building held. What was the severity of the situation, what were the terrorists after? I covered my face and wept clumsily into my hands, Johns gun sat uselessly by my side. What use was the gun to me when I was too afraid to even try and help? When fear immobilised me and kept me routed to floor and back against the glass. I looked around taking the room in, throughout all the terror going on around us, the room was perfectly normal, as it was the first time I came here... Fear pulled me out of my reverie as a low sound came from behind me, as turned sharply and saw a black and vehicle drive tauntingly slow up the main drive. I suddenly felt elevated, could it be? The police knew we were in danger and were here to save us... "Who's driving this car Stevie Wonder?" I knew that voice! I ran to my right from where I heard the voice, I could see him clearly staring out the window at the police car that had now circled and parked up. "John, thank god you're ok !" In my over excitement at seeing I had ran into the room and thrown myself at him and held him as tightly as I could, relief flooding through me. To me, John was a pillar of strength right now, such a tough, strong man able to keep his cool in the most stressful of situations, whereas I had wept. He was visibly shocked at the contact, my sneaking up on him probably didn't help his surprise at suddenly being smothered. "Hey Kid, you're ok. Jesus, don't fucking jump out like that again, any slower and I would of fucking shot ya'." "Sorry, I'm just so happy to see you!" He laughed a little at my smiling face. "You've done well not to get caught 'round here, they know I'm around, nearly got caught at one point! Everyone is safe, Hans' has got everyone gathered on the 30th floor, but first we need to get this motherfuckers' attention." He watched me expectantly for a second, before looking around the room wildly, running and grabbing a chair. "Grab a chair kid!" He picked up his chair, roaring he smashed it against the glass window, disappointedly it didn't smash, I too followed suit, running to get a chair and with a low grunt attacked the window with it after John's second attempt. A third cry came from behind us, a dark haired man had wildly entered the room, startling us both, John instantly had his gun trained on him, the German man screamed at him to drop the gun. Acting as fast as I could I ran back to the room, where I had been and had foolishly left my gun when an arm grabbed me and flung me into a wall. A second terrorist had entered the fray and was trained solely on me, his appearance was a blur, my head felt 10 times its normal size as it collided with the wall and my vision swam. I grunted softly and managed to sluggishly avoid the man's' reaching arms and ducked underneath his limbs, rolling away to gain some space from the brute. My vision cleared enough for me to see the man before me was not armed with the usual machine gun, rather a very dangerously sharp looking knife. his face contorted as he pushed himself forward lunging at me with his free hand, new instincts kick in and I swiftly dodged and weaved his advances, keeping a sharp eye on his weapon. He grew impatient and now took large and fancy swings, spinning and slashing wildly. From the other part of the meeting room I could hear a man shouting at John but I was unable to make out what was being said. My attacker was un relenting doing a good job at pushing me back further away from John, cornering me defencelessly on my own. He slashed upwards, somehow he was closer than I thought and the sharpest side of the blade caught my the edge of my chest and slashed upwards up my shoulder blade. I screamed an ear splitting scream and fell to the floor clutching my arm, he was quick to act throwing himself to the floor too, straddling my body. I looked up in time to see the knife poised ready to kill, adrenaline coursed through my veins and pained fuelled me, a sense of knowing filled me, my bad arm reached up to grab his wrist before his death blow struck and my good arm re-enforced the bad. We struggled for some time, the knife dangling very close to my face, reacting quickly, I kneed him from behind, stunning him momentarily to let the knife go, I moved my head out the way and grabbed it and without thinking slashed at the mysterious German man on top of me. He gargled and grunted, he top of his chest up to the tip of his neck bled profusely and his crimson poured over me. he dropped motionless to the side of me, his legs and lower body still laid upon mine. Gun shots rang out again and the room fell silent as I dropped the knife and my wounded arm and lay there, eyes wide open.