NationStates Jolt Archive

Tom arrived, gasping for air. He had sprinted all the way from his apartment to work, just to miss the arrival deadline bye one minute. He checked in and made his way up to the office. He knew he would cop it later from the boss, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Tom was a calm, quiet and brilliant accountant that worked for one of Assington's top IT companies. He dealed with the pricing of products as well as calculating other things such as pay, busniess taxes and the sort. Recently, Tom had become distracted. His work standard had dropped and he was frequently more late. All because of his sudden fascination with guns. He didn't know what it was about, but he loved weapons. He had read books about home made weapons, manufactured weapons and unsuspected weapons.

Tom moved into his office and sat back in his large leather chair. He knew he was going to have a crappy day.

Within minutes the phone rang. Tom answered to find his screaming boss on the other end. He was ordered to the boss' office. Slowly getting up, a feeling of dread came over Tom. He knew this was it, he would be fired. But it wasn't fair, this company needed him. He did good work, he was just having a couple of off days.

Tom entered the office to see his short, fat and bald boss glaring at him from behind his large oak desk.

"Mr Infernal. Tom. I HAVE HAD ENOUGH! yOU HAVE BEEN LATE CONSECUTIVELY FOR THE LAST MONTH! YOUR WORK IS DROPPING AND SO IS YOUR CONCENTRATION! YOU ARE WORTHLESS AND PATHETIC! YOU'RE FIRED!"

Tom was about to leave when his boss spoke again.

"Tom. If you run a small errand for me, I'll consider paying you for your work this month."

This angered Tom greatly but he didn't show it. His pay was obliged, even if he didn't run the errand. But he knew his boss hated him. His work had dropped, but it was still acceptable. But not to his boss. He jumped at the chance to get Tom.

"What is it sir?"

"Head out and get me some coffee and donuts. The stuff here is terrible."

Tom almost leapt across the desk and strangled his boss. How dare he degrade Tom to an errand boy. He was a top class accountant, not some personal assistant. Fighting back the rage, he replied.

"Yes sir."

Quickly and quietly Tom left the building. But he wasn't heading for the coffee shop, he had other intentions.

As Tom entered his apartment, he had a rought idea of what was going to happen. It was time to put his hobby to use. Tom gathered an asortment of items that he deemed useful, as well as his personal collection of weapons and shoved them all into a large black bag. This would be fun.

Calmly heading back to work, Tom refined his plan.

Walking back into his office and dumping the bag on his desk, Tom plunged his hand into the bag and withdrew a silenced Beretta 32. He would no longer take any crap from his boss or any other co-workers. It was his time now, time for Tom to show the world that he could do something besides count.

With the weapon hidden under his jacket, Tom walked into the office of his boss and closed the door.

"Good you're back. Wait. WHERE THE HELL ARE MY DONUTS AND COFFEE! THAT'S IT INFERNAL. NOT ONLY WILL YOU RECIEVE NO PAY, BUT YOU WILL NEVER WORK IN THIS CITY AGAIN!"

Tom casually withdrew the gun and aimed it at the boss' head.

"Time to die, dick."

Tom squeezed the trigger three times. One bullet for each eye and the last between the eyes. Blood splattered all over the window behind the boss, staining it and the carpet. Tom grinned as he walked around the desk and kicked the chair toward the window, sending it and the body crashing through and plunging down toward the street, 50 levels below.

OOC: Anyone want to join. You can play co-workers, cops, special forces or anything that would be normal in this situation.

BuMp!

Tag... ummm, this is cool and scary at the same time!

:twisted:

OOC: I'm still working on how things will turn out, but others are welcome to join in and voice their ideas.

Agent Damon Santana of the FBI sat at his desk sipping on his soda and eating a bag of doritos when the phone rang, he picked it up," Santana here whats up?" he said munching on his food,"santana this is captain Wilson we got a 7.2 in progress down on 54th, the city police resquested you came down to negotiate with the suspect..full support Santana..SWAT and all..", Santana went to protest then said,"aight Captain gimmie 15 minutes.."he said. Getting up getting his coat on he mumbled,"no time with my boy or my woman tonight..o0o no not again, santana do this..i an't the only god damn officer in this god forsaken place". He walked outside and got in his BMW M5

DESCRIPTION OF SANTANA:

Black male,brown eyes,6'1,210Lbs,fade hair cut,both ears perced diamond studs
well built,well dresses,3rd generation rich boy
a 5 month old boy,a wife
been married for 2 years
AGE:25/position-negotiator

Tom replaced the weapon and moved back into his room. Withdrawing an Mp5 from the bag, he walked out of the office and made his way to the corridor leading toward the elevators and stairs. Unleashing a couple of rounds to get everyone's attention, Tom smiled, a psychotic glimmer in his eye.

"Hello everyone. You are under my control now. Do not piss me off at all. Or I will shoot you. Are we understood?"

Some people screamed, other just gawked at Tom. No one spoke.

"Good."

John Klee just wanted to have a nice, peaceful coffee break. Thats all. A nice double mocha frap. Thats all.

So when he made his way up the stairs and peered through the plexiglass window, and saw Tom shoot a couple of rounds from some huge gun, he freaked. FREAKED.

Klee ran back down the stairs, and frantically dug his cellphone out of his pocket. Pushing his glasses back onto his nose, Klee dialed 9-1-1.

"911 emergency..."

"There is a guy here with a gun. Send someone down here. Oh, and ask him to bring some coffee."

John Klee just wanted to have a nice, peaceful coffee break. Thats all. A nice double mocha frap. Thats all.

So when he made his way up the stairs and peered through the plexiglass window, and saw Tom shoot a couple of rounds from some huge gun, he freaked. FREAKED.

Klee ran back down the stairs, and frantically dug his cellphone out of his pocket. Pushing his glasses back onto his nose, Klee dialed 9-1-1.

"911 emergency..."

"There is a guy here with a gun. Send someone down here. Oh, and ask him to bring some coffee."

Damon got out of his BMW in front of the building,already SWAT,Bomb squads raced all around,regular officers took cover behind their vehicles. Damon walked up to his division captain,"w'sup sir,whats tha dlo?", the captain looked at him then replyed,"well Damon one of the workers well...was not havin a good day and decided to shoot at people..shots have been fired but no one is reported dead or wounded yet". Damon put both his hands under his arms pulling out 2 Glock 21's and looked over them both,replaced them,"im cool..soo you want me to talk to this wacked out fool?get shot in tha assss!",the captin grinned at Damons humorous voice,"naww, not the shot in the ass part but call the office now". A voice on a bullhorn said,"Armed suspect please answear the phone to start negotiations!". Damon picked up the phone and dialed the given #,it rang....

Tom squeezed the trigger three times. One bullet for each eye and the last between the eyes. Blood splattered all over the window behind the boss, staining it and the carpet. Tom grinned as he walked around the desk and kicked the chair toward the window, sending it and the body crashing through and plunging down toward the street, 50 levels below.

OOC: In reply to that comment about no one being dead.

IC: Tom smiled as the phone rang. He knew it was the cops. A corpse falling out of a window and splatting on the sidewalk was bound to get their attention. He told everyone to get down as he walked toward the nearest phone and picked up.

"Hello there. I suppose you're rather displeased with me?"

Klee peered up through the window of the door to the stairwell, and saw Tom pick up the phone. Klee continued to talk to the 911 operator.

"Yes, he has the phone. I don't know what he wants to do. I'm not used to this. What should I do."

"Oh, and wheres my coffee?"

Charles Jiang dipped his mop into the soapy water and rubbed it against the windows. It was a good job, but the view from almost 50 floors up was more than frightening. With a walkman attached to his belt, Jiang began singing along to the lyrics.

Aaaaahhh!!

With his training and his quick reaction times gained from years of martial arts, Jiang attached his utility belt onto a safety harness. Just in time too. A body smashed into his platform, knocking it off to the side and leaving him perched perilously by his belt.

"Help..."

bump

Captain Li Jun tried to control his anger and disgust at the psycopath on the other end of the phone.

Yes, we are rather displeased with this situation that you have created. We would like to know why you are doing this...

Tom smiled.

"I don't think so...... I'm not letting you play and psycho babble crap on me. I could do with some coffee though. The stuff up here is terrible."

Tom eyed his hostages as he spoke.

(OOC: urg... stupid forum!!!)

That is an easy request... How do you want it to be fulfilled?

Jiang hauled himself onto the ledge. What he saw frightened him. A psycho armed with a gun. Taking care to avoid been seen, he began to think of a way to take him. Even with his black belt skills, it would be stupid to endanger the hostages. But first, he would ring the police.

Keeping his voice down, he rang the police.
"Hello, I'm standing on the ledge outside what appears to be a hostage situation."

Tom thought about it for a while.

"I shall send a hostage down to collect it. If the hostage doesn't return, I'll shoot one of the others. That should work."

Damon strapped on a bulletproff vest and recived the coffie that a SWAT officer was supposed to give to the hostage,picked up a bastillic sheild then enterd the main doors and headed up the stairs. He stopped just out of sight of the terriost,he seen him through the bulletproff glass on the sheild,"im here to talk! i am unarmed and would rather be at a safe distance so we can have a little chat!" he said,"don't shoot, take it easy im Agent Santana of the FBI, why are you troubled, i will help you through this".

Daniel Perks walked through the building. It was a wonderful day. Very wonderfull, actually. He had been working here as a security guard for twenty years (meaning he knows Tom very well), and today had been one of thet most uneventfull. Nothing. Usually there was people being fired and escorted out, people getting in fights, parking problems, etc. But today, nothing. Everything was quiet...eerily so. Walking into the elevator, he pressed "50", and waited as the elevator went up. The doors opened, and, looking ahead, Daniel saw a man with an MP5.
Drawing his 6 bullet revolver, Dan yelled "FREEZE." Yet, at the same time, Daniel realized something. He was extremely outgunned.

Damon seen the sucurity guard,"no!! get the hell in the elevator! FBI!! i got it under control!! so please sir step back,if you would like to assist go down and come over this side!,Damon drew one of his glocks and trained it on Tom,"don't move, i know you don't want this,let even look the surcurity guards way, do yourself a favor and me, i don't wanna kill you".

Tom spun around the saw Daniel pointing a gun at him. Tom was not trigger happy, he didn't want to hurt anyone if he didn't have to. Levelling his MP5 at the gaurd, he recognised him.

"Daniel."

Daniel had always been kind to Tom. Tom considered him a reasonable guy.

"Daniel, I can't let you get in my way. Either you get back in that elevator and go talk to the cops, or you give me your weapons and stay here. I don't want to hurt you, but don't force me."

OOC: Er...what? Dah, well, I'll just go with Assington's post.
IC:
Dan knew he was pretty screwed. But it was his job to make sure these people didn't get hurt, and if it came to someone being shot, it should definitly be him.
Putting down his gun, Dan stepped out of the elevator with his hands up.
"That's the only weapon I got, besides the nightstick."

Tom thought about it for a while.

"I shall send a hostage down to collect it. If the hostage doesn't return, I'll shoot one of the others. That should work."

I believe that's how the coffee is coming. Tom isn't an idiot.

This looks like it could be a good RP...

Damon was suprized at the conversation and lowered his gun,"Daniel? thats your name right,please get back in the elevator, FBI has this under control..."he looked at Tom then said,"im sorry about that sir, may i aks your name..you had my nerves go bad".

I gottah go get new tires for my car, bb soon...

OOC: Okay, explanation here. I thought a hostage was going down to get the coffee, not an FBI Agent going up...

OOC: Yea, I have to go study for my Mid-Terms :cry:
Just assume my charactor goes and sits down like any other hostage would.

I think I'll call it a night....

Good luck with your tests.....

Jiang climbed into the building and loses his footing. He knocks over the aquarium, which hits the floor with an almighty smash.

"No, three cream, two sugers... errgh."

Klee closed his cell phone, and glared at the wall. It was made of bricks, and had cracks in the middle of two...

"Thats it. If I want coffee, i need to get it myself."

Klee went up the stairs, and peered through the door. Tom was nowhere to be seen, so he carefully opened the door.

As he walked inside, he saw two of his co-workers, Janice and Ian, sitting by the wall. They looked scared and tired. Klee made his way over to them.

"Hey, guys... do you know where the coffee machine is again?"

Suddenly, form behind him, Klee hears a loud crash.

Tom was starting to get pissed. He didn't want things getting out of hand. He pointed to a nearby woman, she looked realatively calm.

"You. Go downstairs and outside. You are going to collect my coffee. If you don't come back or you try to pull anything, a lucky hostage gets shot in the head. Now go!"

The woman scurried off, down the stairs.

Tom spun around at the crash of the water dispenser.

"I suggest you come over here, or someone will get shot."

Dan had sat down, and was now slowly moving around the room, calming the hostages, making sure they didn't get any plans of trying to take out Tom. He had an MP-5...none of them would have a chance. Turning to Tom, he decided he mise well try to do his job.
"Tom...c'mon now, you don't want to kill anyone? Right now all they have you on is resisting arrest and illegal usage of a gun. You don't want to go down for murdur too, now, do you?"
Dan wasn't so sure about whether or not Tom minded going down for murdur. But it was still Dan's job to try to keep the hostages safe...even if Dan was completly clueless how to do it.

A lone woman ran out of the building, toward the police on the street.

"I'm here to get his coffee."
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Tom smiled.

"I'm already down for murder. The boss was being rather rude, so he took a trip out the window. I think he lost his head as well. Or at least the inside of it."

Tom kept his MP5 trained on the group as he moved over to a desk near his office and retrieved his bag of 'goodies'. He shoved the Beretta into his jacket pocket and withdrew a grenade from the bag.

"Don't worry. Those of you that were civil to me, will not be harmed. The arseholes...... that's a different matter."

Jiang thought about the situation. The mop he held in his hand could become a formidable weapon, but Tom sounded like he was standing more than a few metres back from the door.

He decided it would not be worth it, but took a piece of sharp glass in his hand.

"I'm coming now - don't shoot."

Tom kept his MP5 trained on the door as the janitor moved out.

"You see, things work out better when everyone does what I say."

Dan reached down to his shoe, hoping to pull out his backup. Then he remembered...the revolver he had given to Tom WAS his backup....Dan's license for his Beretta had become out of date, and Dan hadn't had time to renew it lately. "Oh well.", he thought to himself, "At least I tried."

At that moment, Dan's biggest concern was the hostages. The boss, quite simply, was a complete freaking a-holl, and Dan couldn't blame Tom for killing him. Not to mention, Charlie would make a better floor manager...

A lone woman ran out of the building, toward the police on the street.

"I'm here to get his coffee."
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Tom smiled.

"I'm already down for murder. The boss was being rather rude, so he took a trip out the window. I think he lost his head as well. Or at least the inside of it."

Tom kept his MP5 trained on the group as he moved over to a desk near his office and retrieved his bag of 'goodies'. He shoved the Beretta into his jacket pocket and withdrew a grenade from the bag.

"Don't worry. Those of you that were civil to me, will not be harmed. The arseholes...... that's a different matter."

Captain Li Jun stepped forth and met the hostage with a bag with homemade coffee from the Captain's own stash.

Handing the bag to the hostage, Captain Li Jun asked a single question.

"How are you and your fellow workers holding up?"

Jiang emerges from behind the door, with both hands behind his head. He sits down next to the rest of the hostages.

"Oh shit..." An intern cowers under a desk. "Vallan va berring? Aaah, I'm going to die..."

Captain Li Jun stepped forth and met the hostage with a bag with homemade coffee from the Captain's own stash.

Handing the bag to the hostage, Captain Li Jun asked a single question.

"How are you and your fellow workers holding up?"

The woman seemed rather calm as she recieved the coffee.

"I'm fine and none of the others are hurt. Some are a little freaked out, but otherwise ok. Tom, he's gone on some sort of revenge trip. He's getting back at everyone who was uncivil toward him."
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Tom smiled, much better. He continued walking around the room, examining his hostages until he stopped. Cowering at his feet was Courtney Bollocks. Perhaps the most beautiful woman in the building. Tom had once asked her out, instead of a lame excuse or a polite 'no thanks' she had publicly humiliated him in front of everyone and deeply insulted him as her response.

Tom grinned as he looked down at Courtney.

"I bet you wish you'd said something different now......"

Captain Li Jun stepped forth and met the hostage with a bag with homemade coffee from the Captain's own stash.

Handing the bag to the hostage, Captain Li Jun asked a single question.

"How are you and your fellow workers holding up?"

The woman seemed rather calm as she recieved the coffee.

"I'm fine and none of the others are hurt. Some are a little freaked out, but otherwise ok. Tom, he's gone on some sort of revenge trip. He's getting back at everyone who was uncivil toward him."
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Tom smiled, much better. He continued walking around the room, examining his hostages until he stopped. Cowering at his feet was Courtney Bollocks. Perhaps the most beautiful woman in the building. Tom had once asked her out, instead of a lame excuse or a polite 'no thanks' she had publicly humiliated him in front of everyone and deeply insulted him as her response.

Tom grinned as he looked down at Courtney.

"I bet you wish you'd said something different now......"

"Now, one of my men are going to wire you, before you get inside..."

The young woman nodded.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea. Tom isn't an idiot. He's bound to check me. And he said if I try anything, he'll shoot a hostage."

Dan kept sitting. Tom was standing over Courtney Bollocks, whom had not only turned him down, but humiliated him. This was probably not going to turn out well.

Tom yanked Courtney to her feet by her hair and wedged the barrel of the MP5 into her back.

"Well Courtney, since you humiliated me so bad, I think I shall return the favour."

Tom took a few steps back and kept the weapon trained on her.

"Strip"

The young woman nodded.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea. Tom isn't an idiot. He's bound to check me. And he said if I try anything, he'll shoot a hostage."

"Hm... This guy must be crazy..."

Tom yanked Courtney to her feet by her hair and wedged the barrel of the MP5 into her back.

"Well Courtney, since you humiliated me so bad, I think I shall return the favour."

Tom took a few steps back and kept the weapon trained on her.

"Strip"

okay :roll: ...

OOC: Hehe... he is crazy.

IC: Courtney just stared blankly at Tom, not moving at all.

"You heard me bitch. Do so, or I'll blow your bloody head off!"
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The woman nodded.

"Yeh, I doubt he's all there in the head at the moment. So what do I do?"

"Just go back with the coffee, I'll think of something."

Watching as the woman ran back into the building, Captain Li Jun spoke into his walkie-talkie.

Are all units in position?

The woman nodded and moved back into the building. She emerged from the elevator to find Courtney Bollocks standing in her bra and panties, held at gunpoint by Tom.

Ok then.....

She walked up to Tom and put the coffee on a nearby desk.

"Coffee's here."

Tom nodded.

"Good. Did they wire you?"

She shook her head.

"Good. Someone would be dead if they had."

Sir, all teams are in position. We have snipers in place on buildings across the street.

Good, prepare to fire...

Captain Li Jun opened his cellphone and dialed the number of the building.

Inside the building, on a desk near the window facing the street and near Tom, a phone rang...

Suddenly it dawn on Tom.

"Shit! Why didn't I think about this before. He instructed several hostages to move toward the windows and close the blinds."

Tom picked up the phone.

"Very sneaky.... you almost had me ther."

Suddenly it dawn on Tom.

"Shit! Why didn't I think about this before. He instructed several hostages to move toward the windows and close the blinds."

Tom picked up the phone.

"Very sneaky.... you almost had me ther."

(OOC: I'll let this slide for now, but its unlikely that Tom would have figured that out.)

Sir, hostages are closing the blinds.

What!?!

Then he heard Tom speak...

What are you talking about?

OOC: Are there any objects in the room which could be used as weapons?

Suddenly it dawn on Tom.

"Shit! Why didn't I think about this before. He instructed several hostages to move toward the windows and close the blinds."

Tom picked up the phone.

"Very sneaky.... you almost had me ther."

(OOC: I'll let this slide for now, but its unlikely that Tom would have figured that out.)

What are you talking about?

Don't be so sure. It would be obvious to most that police would place snipers in this situation. Don't worry, you'll get your chance.

There are a few standard office things, pencils, pens, computers. Nothing to outmatch a gun though.
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Tom scowled.

"Don't play dumb. I know you'd shoot me if you had the chance. So I won't give you that chance."

Captain Li Jun scowled, but quickly returned to his poker face.

Any new demands...requests?

"Hmmm. No not really. I'm just considering my options. I think we both know I have two ways out of this situation. I die or you get me. And captivity doesn't really appeal to me. Say, for the coffee, I'll release a few hostages. How does that sound?"

Dan smiled to himself. As horrible as seeing someone be made to strip at gunpoint was, it was still pretty damn funny. And just about every man...and even a couple of the woman :shock: were staring at her as she stripped.

Yet, he knew what Tom was doing was wrong, and knew he would have to do something about it......in a couple of minutes, anyway. Not to mention, he didn't want to screw anything up, Tom was releasing a couple hostages, and Dan wasn't going to risk anyone else's life right now.



OOC: YEEEEHHHAAAWWWW :twisted: :D :shock:
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"This is Tom Eisler with the six o'clock news, here at the 70 story.."

"We'll be keeping with the..."

"That's right Tim, I just got here and it seems police are attempting to negotiate..."

"One of the offficers I just spoke to refused to comment, but a press conference is being promised by the cheif of police...."

"This new shootout may go down as the next columbine. With over a hundered police officers now surrounding the building, and over 30 hostages inside, the situation seems very volitile..."

"Hostages that were above the fiftieth floor are now being flown out by chopper so that they will not have to pass foor 50, and all those below foor 50 have been ordered to exit using the stairs. I'm told that SWAT Teams have been kept in position..."

The news teams rushed around the building. Above it, the three police choppers were competing for space as over a dozen news choppers circled the building, trying to get a better look. As the news choppers arrived, so did bystanders, and soon over three hundred people were around the building, watching to see what would happen. Those news stations at the event were broadcasting live to over thirty radio and TV stations, and a special evening newspaper was being printed to cover the event.

"Hmmm. No not really. I'm just considering my options. I think we both know I have two ways out of this situation. I die or you get me. And captivity doesn't really appeal to me. Say, for the coffee, I'll release a few hostages. How does that sound?"

That's great news... How many will you release? I'll have men pick them up at the door.

Tom looked around the room, then sipped the coffee.

"Well, since this is great coffee, I'll give you five."

Tom pointed his gun at 5 different people, none of which were ever mean to him.

"You five may go."

If you want more, I have two mugs filled with them in my car...

Captain Li Jun couldn't believe his ears. The man was releasing five of his hostages for some homemade coffee. Gesturing to his aides to follow him, Captain Li Jun walked to the entrance of hte building and waited for the hostages to come out.

"Go!"

The hostages were taken completely by surprise. As Tom screamed at them, they quickly ran off, down the stairs and out of the building. They were met by several officers who escorted them to safety.

Tom looked back at Courtney, standing in her bra and panties.

"I didn't say stop!"

He trained the MP5 on her again as she slowly continued.

Dan was sitting, watching the "show", when the person next to him, Jim, scooted a little bit closer.
"What's up?" Dan asked quietly, not taking his eyes of the stripping woman.
"Not much. I can't say I'm not glad this is happening...now I'll have an excuss not to have those TPS reports done. Anway...what happened to your beretta? Unusual for you to have just been carying that revolver." said Jim, also watching out of the corner of his eye.
"I forgot to get it renewed." answered Dan.
"Dan...I saw you at the gun registration center yesterday." said Jim.
"Grr...yea, I took the course required to have more than one weapon." replied Daniel, not really wanting to go into it.
"And?"
"I failed it." Dan was really hoping Jim would drop the subject, but he didn't.
"How did you fail it? You've been using that gun since you started working here..." said Jim
"I fired my gun off too early, okay? Jese, it happens."
"You know they have a pill for that, right?" The both laughed at the comment, and sat back, continuing to watch the 'show'.

Completely undressed, Coutney stood there, feeblely attempting to cover herself. Tom ran his eyes over the exposed woman and grinned.

"How does it feel to be humiliated now?"

Tom grabbed the pile of clothes and dropped them into a nearby bin.

"So everyone. Who here actually enjoyed being bossed around by that asshole in charge?"

Captain Li Jun looked relieved when the hostages came out of the building. Sipping his mug of coffee, Li Jun turned to one of his aides.

"Are there any security cameras or CCTVs on the floor?"

Dan immediatly nodded "no.", along with quite a few other people in the room. In all, around 4 of the 24 people left in the room had actually liked him.

Looking at Tom, Dan decided it was time he acted again. "Tom...what are you planning to do man? You know they have the building surrounded, and there are at least 50 choppers circling right now! I mean, you should either give up...or start negotiating..."

Dan actually cared about Tom. He had been a damned good worker for quite a while, and hadn't deserved to be fired. On the other hand, though, Dan didn't want any more hostages to be killed...of course, humiliation didn't mean death, and Dan reminded himself of that.

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The news chopper came around to the other side of the building. "Got one! I got a view!" yelled the camerman, leaning out so only his emergency rope was holding him to the chopper. Yet, as soon as he started taping, he leaned back in, and turned off the camera.

"What the hell are you doing?" asked the reporter, but then he saw what was in there. A naked woman. The news wasn't allowed to show nudity, and because it was a live picture, they couldn't sensor it.

Dan immediatly nodded "no.", along with quite a few other people in the room. In all, around 4 of the 24 people left in the room had actually liked him.

Looking at Tom, Dan decided it was time he acted again. "Tom...what are you planning to do man? You know they have the building surrounded, and there are at least 50 choppers circling right now! I mean, you should either give up...or start negotiating..."

Dan actually cared about Tom. He had been a damned good worker for quite a while, and hadn't deserved to be fired. On the other hand, though, Dan didn't want any more hostages to be killed...of course, humiliation didn't mean death, and Dan reminded himself of that.

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The news chopper came around to the other side of the building. "Got one! I got a view!" yelled the camerman, leaning out so only his emergency rope was holding him to the chopper. Yet, as soon as he started taping, he leaned back in, and turned off the camera.

"What the hell are you doing?" asked the reporter, but then he saw what was in there. A naked woman. The news wasn't allowed to show nudity, and because it was a live picture, they couldn't sensor it.

(OOC: THE BLINDS ARE DOWN!!! THERE IS NO WAY THE CAMERAMEN COULD SEE THE NUDE WOMAN!!!)

OOC: All about the nude woman isn't it? Get your minds out of the gutter. :lol:

IC: Tom sat on one of the comfortable office chairs.

"Well, call this my little revenge trip. Those of you that ever did something uncivil and intentional to me, shall regret it. I know what my options are and there is nothing else that I want. So you see, now I must get back to my revenge."

Tom eyed a large man, the moronic jock type. He had always pushed Tom around. But he wasn't holding an MP5.

OOC: All about the nude woman isn't it? Get your minds out of the gutter. :lol:

IC: Tom sat on one of the comfortable office chairs.

"Well, call this my little revenge trip. Those of you that ever did something uncivil and intentional to me, shall regret it. I know what my options are and there is nothing else that I want. So you see, now I must get back to my revenge."

Tom eyed a large man, the moronic jock type. He had always pushed Tom around. But he wasn't holding an MP5.

(OOC: Oh dear.. :roll: )

"So everyone. Who here actually enjoyed being bossed around by that asshole in charge?"

"I don't know him, I'm just the window cleaner. But why are you taking it out on us?"

Dan watched as Tom turned towards Stan, slightly raising the machine gun in his hands. "Well, there goes a second hostage..." Dan thought to himself.

OOC: Sry, forgot about the blinds ignore part.2 of last post.

BUMP!!!

"I don't know him, I'm just the window cleaner. But why are you taking it out on us?"

Tom eyed the window cleaner.

"I have nothing against you. If you're smart, you'll live through this."

Tom returned his attention to Stan.

"So Stan. Any particular reason why you had to go out of your way, just to inconvience me? Why you had to push me around when you could have just as easily walked by? Why you had to play nasty practical jokes on me? ANY REASON AT ALL STAN!?"

Stan stuttered, not knowing what to say. He regretted it now, more than ever.

"I...I....I do...n't....kn...kn.kn.know."

"Well Stan, I guess you'll have to die not knowing."

Tom took the safety off his MP5 and trained it directly at Stan.

(OOC: Assington, why do I have the feeling that you are going to blow his balls off? And where is everyone!?!)

OOC: lol.... You never know. I'm just playing around with the psycho character.

OOC: First go at one of these so pick a character who's not going to last long :D

Elijah Smallpiece stood up and moved directly between Tom and Stan.
"Now! I've had just about enough of this foolishness from you, young man! You are going to put that weapon down Right Now! and get yourself out of this building."
He was a small weasel-eyed man in an immaculate suit, neatly folded white handkerchief in his breast pocket, with a faint smell of 'Old Spice' and mothballs.
"If you spent less time in your daydreaming and more time doing what you're paid for, you might not be such a poor excuse for a worker."
A thin strand of hair dropped over his forehead making him look like a comic Hitler - his out-of-hearing nickname within the building.

OOC: You're asking to get killed.

IC: Tom eyed the small man. He was now getting very irritated. This guy was a complete idiot. Even a large, strong man like Stan knew that Tom had the position of power.

Tom spun around and dived his hand into his bag of 'goodies'. Withdrawing a large combat knife, Tom spun around and sliced the man across the face.

The cut wasn't too deep. Enough to cause a bit of pain and bleed a fair bit, but nothing serious.

"Do not bother me."

The small man opened and shut his mouth a number of times, gaping down at the blood that spattered onto his smart white shirt, his smart blue tie, his neatly folded pocket handkerchief.

"I, I, I, You idiot man, look what you've done with your foolishness"

He seemed unaware of the damage done to his face.

"I have warned you several times! You will not get away with this!"

Smallpiece made an inneffectual grab for the muzzle of the MP5, and slipped in a puddle of his own blood, cannoning into Tom.

Tom saw the man coming and lowered his shoulder to take the impact. The man took Tom's shoulder in the jaw before he was knocked onto the ground. Tom was pissed.

"Bloody moron. If you're going to be like that."

Tom aimed his MP5 at the man and fired one round into each of his legs.

"Do not test me. You won't like the results."

Smallpiece fell across Stan, writhing in agony and keening in a thin squeal. His right leg was shattered where the bullet had fragmented his thigh-bone and the leg lay at an awkward angle. The big man shrugged him off. No-one moved to help Tom's victim as he slumped face down to the floor. The reedy scream subsided to a bubbling and then to a rattle, then he was still.

Tom glared at the small man for a few seconds.

"He is not dead, just passed out. I gather you all got the message?"

Turning back to Stan, he grinned.

"Now Stan, I believe you were going to give me a reason. Or was I about to blow your brains out?"

OOC: Someone can play Stan if they wish, he may not last long though.

ooc thanks for the fun, and letting me live - I gather I may not wake up for a while. Be fun to play with Stan - pleease??? can I huh, huh?

Stanislaw Wosinski was a big man, he'd always been big, he always felt that he stood out, so from an early age he'd learned to find the weakest individual and ridicule them so that he could move the attention away from himself. They'd said he was a bully, but he never hit anyone, never physically hurt them, so how could that be right? They'd blamed him for that nerd who'd hanged himself in fourth grade, his parents had taken him out of that school and then moved area, but he'd done nothing but have a little fun. It wasn't his fault if the little weed couldn't handle life, was it?

He glared at Tom, trying to intimidate him - Tom was the victim, natural prey, right?

Dan screwed caution, and raced across the room to smallpiece's aid, grabbing the first aid kit attached to on of the cubicle's on the way. Opening it, he found a bunch of band aids, and some other odd objects. "Damn boss, wasn't even keeping us ready in case someone got hurt!"

Trying to remember the last ER episode he had watched, Dan took out a bunch of band aids, stuck them together into two larger band aids, and started trying to stop the bleeding on one leg with one hand, while trying to stop the bleeding on his face with the other. If he didn't work quickly, this guy was going to die...hell, if Dan did work quickly, this guy would probably die, because Dan only had the first aid knowledge that comes with training for a security guard.

"Anybody here a doctor?" he yelled, hoping against hope someone's parent/relative had showed up as a suprise and just happened to have a medical degree. He had completly forgotten about the hostage situation...he just didn't want smallpiece to die.

Stan looked at the security guard attempting to staunch the flow of blood as if he had just noticed the small man's injuries for the first time. He looked back at Tom, watching for some reaction, some remorse, and saw only his own death. The glare in his eyes softened to a smile, an appeasing grin.

"Now Tom, you know I was just joshing around, don't you?"

He sat forward, tense now.

"Tom, Tom, think about it, we've had some laughs, huh?" gulp "I know old Adolph there wasn't good to you, but hey! it was just fun Tom"

He leant further forward...

Captain Li Jun was pacing outside of the building, when a sergeant came up to him.

"Sir, we have gunfire on that floor..."

"What!?! Damn't, is that asshole killing hostages now!?!"

Opening his cellphone, Li Jun called the hostage taker...

Stan felt he was talking to a brick wall, there was no response from Tom. It was almost as though Tom wasn't there, just this cold-faced shade pointing a Heckler and Kosch sub-machine gun unshakingly at him.

"Tom, TOM! PLEASE!

ooc feckin double posts!!! :evil:

Tom was about to react when the phone rang. Picking it up he began to speak in a perfectly normal tone.

"Hello officer. I suppose you're wonderin about the gunfire? I can assure you that no one is dead. A very stupid man is injured, but he will live. He is being tended to."

Reaching into his bag once again, Tom withdrew a small bottle of detol and a few pressure bandages. He gave them to Dan.

"Steralise the wound then patch him up. He'll be ok."

Hearing Stan jabbering in the background, Captain Li Jun tried to keep a steady tone...

"I hear a man screaming in the background... What are you doing!?!"

"Oh, that's just Stan. He's afraid of me because he's a bit of a bully. But he's not in the position of power anymore. So, is that all?"

"What are you planning on doing with him!?!"

"Well, unless he can somehow convince that he deserves to live, I'll blow his brains out."

Tom kept completely normal throughout the conversation. No trace of doubt or emotion within his voice.

"You psycho!"

Jiang and his impulsive nature could not contain his anger. He leapt up and performed a crescent kick, aimed at knocking his weapon out of his hand.

When, Captain Li Jun heard the words "you psycho" over the cellphone, he turned it off and checked his comlink.

"I want SWAT teams in there, now, before he kills someone else!!!"

Moments later, twenty SWAT team personnel divided into two squads moved into the building...

Tom, completely calm and collected simply stepped backward and swiped at the man's leg with the knife he quickly picked up. Aiming his gun at the implusive man, Tom spoke in an ice cold tone.

"Do you wish to die?"

Stan, leaning forwards in a squat, looked around at the other hostages.

No-one met his eye. They were all trying to make space between themselves and him.

No-one would help, no-one wanted to be associated with him.

The big man was the centre of attention and entirely alone.

As Jiang attacked Tom, he took this temporary diversion as a chance to make a sprint for the door. He stepped on the unconcious Smallpiece, knocking Dan head over heels backwards as he charged, headlong for the exit.

(OOC: You do realized Stan is going to die right?)

ooc

I realised that Stan was going to die when Assington offered him up.

Stan realises that Tom IS going to kill him.

But the guy is a bully, and like all bullies he's a coward at heart. I think he'd bolt given the chance. He doesn't give a s**t about any of the other hostages.

I don't know if Tom will see his cowardice as a victory enough, without shooting him? He also gives the other characters a chance to react whilst he's "escaping".

bmp

Time seemed to slow down for Stan, he felt enormous, huge, an unmissable target. He regretted his movement, but it was too late now. His back itched in anticipation of the slugs that would soon tear him apart. He regretted a lot of things now.

Tom was really pissed now. Pulling the pin off the grenade he had previously grabbed, Tom hurtled the small device toward Stan. It hit the floor slightly behind him and rolled between his legs, finally stopped 3m infront of him. Stan had two options. Get blown up or turn around.

Turning his attention back to his attacker, Tom kicked him in the wounded leg.

"Idiot."

Stan's mind did not register the small egg shaped object that clattered past him along the corridor floor.

The dread that filled him was unbearable, it loosened his bowels, all he could think of was escape. A door-way to the side of him offered shelter and he dove through it.

So panicked was his flight that he caught his shoulder heavily on the door frame, spinning him across the office within, tumbling under the heavy oak desk! He gasped...

ooc - you sod assington, I was all prepped for a burst of gunfire... :?

Dan wasn't sure what had happened, but his patient had leaped up and started attack Tom, and Dan had just been sent flying head over heels into one of the small alleyways of the cubicles. Pulling himself up, he looked left and right, and saw nothing. Then he looked forward, and watched as the small grenade exploded, utterly destroying one of the cubicles, and sending shrapnel throughout the room.

Getting back up, Dan looked around. Jim had gotten hit in the stomach by one of the pieces of shrapnell, and was lying on the ground, probably dead. That was all he saw before, having stood fully, he felt the pain. Looking down, he realized that another piece of shrapnell had gone right through his shoulder. He was lucky to be alive.

OOC: Sry again. Perhaps edit posts from here to re-do this part of story? Again, I thought it was a group of grenades, not a single, I re-read post and realized error.

Tom shrugged, then addressed the others.

"That's what happens when you piss me off!"

Tom waited, expecting another phone call from the police.

ooc Didn't know you were using mini-nukes in this game, however...

As the blinding flash of the mini nuke pierced even the Heavy Oak Desk that Stan was lying under, He felt himself lifted by a giant hand and thrown through the window, all around was fire and rain. The shards of the desk flew in all directions, like arrows. In a split second of time that seemed to last for an eternity Stan saw it all. The 50th floor of the building was devastated, support walls and girders were giving way, as the white heat destroyed everything combustible. He saw a small man flying through the air, transfixed by a shard of the desk, he saw another in uniform hanging from a ledge pinned there by a chair leg through his throat. He saw the bodies of the other occupants roasting in the heat. Oh Well, he thought, see what happens when you play with weapons you don't understand! He tore off his outer clothes to reveal the silver and pink costume of Mental-Man and flew off to find another game, one that lived up to its promise...

OOC: Hey let's not get carried away. It's only a grenade. Judging on the proximity, I would say Stan would either recieve some shrapnel wounds or burns. No window.

IC: Tom eyed all the others, anger easily visible within his ice cold eyes.

"Anyone move and you're dead."

Tom made his way over to the office where Stan had dived into.

OOC: Oh, damn, now I feel like an idiot. Somehow I got the idea he hadn't thrown a signle grenade, but like a pack of them. Sry about that. Earlier post edited to show true effects of a single grenade.

ooc Sorry for the primadonna huff - I was just really enjoying the psychobabble and the tension! :oops:

Stan groaned, the bulk of the desk had protected him from the worst effects of the grenade, but he'd received some cuts and a very nasty burn on his back from a piece of spent, red-hot, shrapnel. Through the daze of concussion, he slowly felt the throb of pain that told him his right shoulder was dislocated.

He heard a buzzing in his ears, louder than a jet engine, he put his hands to them to shut out the noise and felt the warm wetness of blood.

Slowly he struggled to his feet, gazing at the devastation around him. The windows were gone, and as he watched a brightly garbed helicopter swung into view. It was like watching a silent movie though, the helicopter appeared to make no sound.

Tom stood at the decimated doorway, eyes intent upon Stan. He didn't notice the tv chopper at all, he merely aimed his MP5 at Stan, a look of pure malice in his eyes.

"You just made a very big mistake!"

His back toward the doorway, Stan gazed at the TV chopper, trying to make sense of his situation. The roaring in his ears diminished, but no other sound replaced it. Sod! it hurt...

Two elevators opened at the floor and out stepped twenty SWAT team personnel, armed to the teeth and armored with kelvar vests and helmets. Splitting ito two squads, the SWAT teams moved towards the location of the hostages...

In the street, Captain Li Jun began to bite his nails in anticipation...

Tom heard the elevator ping. Moving the fastest he had ever done before, Tom moved towar the hostages and grabbed his bag. Sprinting back to Stan's room, he just entered it as the SWAT arrived.

Withdrawing two grenades, Tom launched them at the incoming police, then moved back into the room. Pointing his weapon at Stan.

"Don't pull any shit! I'm not in the mood. Be good and you may actually survive. Depends on how things work out."

Nudged in the back by Tom, Stan turned to face the armed man, in time to see the two grenades fly out the door. Tom's mouth opened and shut a few times, the ferocious look on his face carrying the meaning of the unheard words. Stan dived to the floor, covering his head with his hands...

Dan looked around as the second SWAT Team slowly moved the rest of the hostages towards the elevator. Picking up his revolver, Dan kissed it. It was about time he got his gun back..he'd been using this since the seventies, and had kept it even after having bought his Beretta. Why get rid of something that works so well?

SWAT began to move forward, probably to tell him to head out, but Dan didn't wait. Acting without even thinking, Dan darted, and, hoping Tom hadn't seen him, jumped into a cubicle two to the left ot Tom's. He wasn't sure exactly how he would get over there, but he got an idea very quickly. Walking over to the floor to ceiling window (which was blown open), Dan looked down. "No fucking way..." he thought to himself, but it was true.

The scaffold for the window cleaners was sitting there, abandoned, and it went all the way over to the window of Tom and Stan's cubicle. Smiling, Dan hopped onto it and began moving over.

OOC: Sorry, but I couldn't help but have something that lucky happen. I needed to get my charactor back in...and fast.

Tom knew the were cops all over the level, searching for him.

"F!^K."

He decided to finish things off quickly. Aiming the weapon at Stan, Tom unleashed a volley of bullets into his head, spilling his brains over the office floor.

The life flowed out of Stan, just as the explosion ripped through the building, sending shrapnel and limbs everywhere.

Tom would not go down without a fight.

Stan - "splaaaaaaaaaaaart"

OOC: lol :lol:

IC: Tom crouched behind a desk after kicking Stan's corpse away. He reached into his bag of 'goodies' and began to fiddle with several objects.........

Dan moved slowly along the scaffolding, keeping his gun at ready. Reaching the edge of the destroyed window, Dan took a breath. He couldn't believe he was going to try to disarm a man with an MP-5...and all Dan had was a revolver. "Ah well, that's life" Dan thought to himself, and, spinning around the corner, found himself only three feet from Tom.

Aiming his gun carefully, Dan did something he really didn't want to do. "Drop it, Tom. Just put it down. The people out there are just doing their jobs...they've done nothing but that. Don't waste their lives, and your own, just put the gun down." Even as Dan said it, he realized that was the worst dramatic speech he had ever heard...

Tom slowly stood up, aiming his MP5 at Dan.

"Don't do this Dan. I don't want to hurt you. This doesn't involve you. Just leave before you get hurt."

Tom remained ice cold in his manner and expression.

Dan shook his head from side to side. "Sorry, I can't let you do that, Tom. At this point, It's either their lives our ours, and while your guns bigger, mine can still kill you. Twenty people with families, versus me and you, without. Hell, I'm pretty old anyhow, I've had my share of adventures."

He kept his gun aimed straight at Tom. But suddenly, a thought occured to him. "Look, I don't want this to end with me shooting you in the head and you shooting me off this thing. You notice the choppers are gone? The explosions made them get away a little bit. Right now, the only options for you are surrenduring and shooting, and in turn getting shot by, me. I'm offering you a third option."

Looking up, Dan made sure all of the chopers were gone, as he'd just promised. Explosions and shrapnell flying into the air usually got rid of them anyway. "Look, what I'm standing on right now is your third option. It goes all the way to the roof, and from there you can simply walk away. Think about it Tom, sneak down the staircase, or maybe jump to another building....look, you can get out of here alive, without anyone more getting hurt. Both the boss and Stan were asses...but these cops aren't. They do what they have to to protect and serve....don't waste their lives and your own. Take the good option Tom..you can restart somewhere else...maybe even selling guns. I'm giving you a choice I've always wanted..the chance to restart. Take it, damnit. I don't want this to end bad. Hell, you promise me you'll leave, and I'll give you my damn gun."

Dan wasn't at all thinking of double crossing Tom. He seriously wanted this to end, and if Tom got away...so be it. This guy deserved another chance...if anything, he had done the world a favor. But Dan immediatly struck the thought from his mind. He needed to stay primed...just in case Tom didn't accept.

OOC: Sorry about length of post...but here's your movie ending. Walk away and restart...sounds good doesn't it? Could work too...if Tom goes with da flow.

OOC: Nice idea. Hadn't thought of that option.....

IC: Tom pondered this new option intensely. He had never considered that he would get out of this situation alive or free. He had intended to blow up the building once the innocent hostages had been released. After all, it's not how you die, but how many you take out with you....

After several minutes of consideration, Tom sighed as he lowered his MP5.

"Dan, I must thankyou for this oppurtunity. I realise the risk you're taking by doing this and I am in your debt. If I ever manage to re-establish myself in the world, I shall contact you."

Tom zipped up his bag as he prepared to leave.

(OOC: Should I spoil this?)

(I don't mind either way. If Tom escapes..... there's room for a sequel..... :roll: )

The doors to the room sprung open as the SWAT teams moved into the room, their sub-machine guns, shotguns, rifles, and machine guns pointing at Tom.

"FREEZE!!!"

The commander of the SWAT team, Lieutenant Quentin Rogers moved forward with his revolver pointed at Tom's head.

"Now, put the bag down onto the floor and put your hands onto your hands..."

(OOC: Now the sequel will be a jailbreak or a riot in jail...)

Tom looked coldly at Dan for a few moments, no flicker of emotion present at all. One thing could be seen in his eyes. Tom knew he was going to die.

In a fluid motion, Tom ducked down as he raised his MP5 and unleashed the full clip at the SWAT officers. Now he was screwed.

What Tom didn't notice was that the SWAT team members were wearing gas masks. Lieutenant Quentin Rogers pulled out two canisters of tear gas and threw them at Tom and dropped to the floor.

The gunfire from the MP5 hit three of the SWAT officers, bringing them down. The other SWAT team officers dropped to the floor...

Tom swore as the gas quickly began to fill the room, replacing the oxygen he needed to breath. If only he could reach his bag.....

Falling to his knees, he reached out into a side pocket and found one object, placing the object within his pants, he collapsed to the ground in a coughing fit as the gas entered his lungs.

(OOC: Twenty-one to one, Tom is really screwed unless he has a really big bomb...)

(OOC: I have a plan..... either way, it doesn't look good for Tom.)

Four of the police officers proceeded towards Tom, assault rifles raised and pointing ahead of them.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are..."

Tom struggled against the gas. Crawling across the floor, he had lost complete sense of direction. He ran into something leather and hard, slowly comprehending that it was a boot.

Spinning around as fast as possible, Tom scurried away from the nearby enemy.

"What the hell?" Dan yelled, but he didn't get to say more than that. One of the teargass canisters flew out the window, slamming him in the chest (Before bouncing back inside). But that was easily enough. Before he knew what was happening, he was falling backwards. As he realized he was about to die, Dan could only think one thing.

"I knew I should have stayed home today..."

OOC: Please note, do NOT show my charactor hitting the ground in your posts. I have a nice little ending I want to do...to leave room for a sequal....

Tom noticed a shadow suddenly move back and disappear from the mist that had filled the rom.

Dan.....

Tom cursed, he couldn't do anything about it. He was in enough trouble, attempting to avoid the police.

Bump for whoever is playing the police.

OOC: Okay, I'm going to be gone over the weekend on a UN trip, FYI, so I'm making this post a bit early. Technically, this would be shown in any sort of movie or book after Tom escapes/is cought/dies. But, I need to do it now, cause it might be too late by Tuesday.

IC:
Dan slowly awoke, but didn't open his eyes. He had fallen unconscious during the fall due to loss of blood, and knew he was dead. "Well." he thought to himself, "Now I know what death is like."

Then he heard voices. Slowly opening his eyes, Dan saw two men in completly black clothing with "Police" stenciled across it standing over him. One was holding a sniper rifle, a second rifle was lying at the other mans feet. For a second, Dan thought he was simply dead, and seeing the men stand over him. Then, the pain returned.

Coughing a couple times, Dan felt his hearing come back. "Are you alright?" one of the officers asked.

"How am I still alive?" Dan replied. Surely something must be wrong. Then, he realized why he was. Looking up, he saw the scaffold....only around two stories above him. He had fallen onto the roof of the next building. Dan smiled. He really SHOULD have moved to Vegas.

OOC: hey FCN!!!! Can you just RP the capture so I can finish this off!

The negotiator managed to make his way up the building, onto the 50th floor. He tried to calm Tom down. He asked Tom's demends. Tom simply looked at the fat pathetic pig and laughed. Tom removed a glock, and painted the walls with this poor soul's brains. Cops rushed the office. Tom knew there was no way out. He slowly put the gun to his head and squeezed...

OOC: hmm...maybe i should have read the other 7 pages? *shrug*

perhaps..... plz don't just enter an rp like that and take control

OOC: Alright, I'm sick of waiting. This ends now.

IC: As Tom scurried around, he didn't notice the SWAT team close in around him, the tear gas had effected him to a point where he couldn't see.

After recieving several kicks to the ribs, Tom fell to his side and passed out from the thundering blows. Soon awake, bruised and battered, Tom was being dragged toward the elvator. Metalic cuffs dug into the wrists restrained behind his back.

Tom moaned but was not acknowledged. It was over......

Tom faintly heard the officers speaking. He was dragged out into the street, police vehicles everywhere. Tom paid no attention. He wasn't finished if he could help it. They shouldn't have come inside the building, now they would pay.

As Tom was slipped inside the car, he waited for the other two officers to enter their respected seats. Now, the round object in his pants. Moving it into position, Tom scraped against it several times until he heard that satisfying click.

With a grin on his face, Tom looked out the windo at all the vehicles and people around him. It's not how you go out, but how many you take with you.

Suddenly Tom was engulfed with a wave of fire, igniting the nearby fuel tank of the vehicle and setting off two other nearby police cars. Flames erupted throughout the sky, burning the nearby officers to cinders. People screamed in horror and pain as the unexpected occured. 15 officers now lay dead.

Horrified onlooker watched as the flames slowly died down, it was over........

OOC: hey FCN!!!! Can you just RP the capture so I can finish this off!

(OOC: Sorry, went away for the weekend...)

Captain Li Jun gazed in shock at the explosion, cursing silently the stupidity of the SWAT team soldiers, who hadn't thoroughly searched the hostage taker. Shuddering, the Captain sat on the ground, his head in his hands...

As Dan was moved towards the ambulance, he watched the police cars explode, and felt the two medics that had been pushing his stretcher run towards the fallen officers. But Dan didn't even try to help. They were dead, and there was nothing he could do about it. Not that he cared to..he had survived, that's all that mattered to him.

Sitting up slightly, Dan looked around, and watched as an onlooker walked into the crowd, and dissapeared. "Strange." Dan thought to himself. But he didn't really care. Lying back down, Dan relaxed.

It was over for him, and he wasn't going to ruin that. But he wasn't thinking about the situation. He was thinking about his career. As he layed there, Dan decided it was time he retired.

OOC: The end of an RP....how beuatiful.
IC:
"Today's terrible events can best be summarized by the police car's explosion at the end. In all, 15 officers and 2 hostages are dead, and many more injured from grenade shrapnel. As medics and fire officials rifle through the building, one must wonder whether or not this could have been prevented. For the six o'clock news at nine, I'm Roger Corredson."
The news reporter finished his report, and looked around. Everything seemed to be fine.

What happened to the charactors:

Dan quit his job at the office building, and is now enjoying a happy retirement with his wife and three children. (His wife, of course, made all the money, Dan only remained a security guard to keep the health benefits, and so that he would have a better reason to keep a gun).

Captain Li Jun would become the commanding officer of the homicide division, before retiring 20 years after the incident. He is now doing absoloutly nothing with his wife and one kid.

Tom...well...he's kind of dead, not much to say there....or is he???

OOC: Well, little to no room for a sequal...but of course, Tom might have somehow escaped...who knows.

Elijah Smallpiece whispered to the medic as he was carried out of the building

"Bloody useless a**e-piece, I knew he was no good. Couldn't even handle a situation where he had total power!"
he coughed,

"Thats why I told Infernal to get rid of him, y'see, I was right all along"

His words blurred to nothingness as the morphine kicked in. His jacket slipped aside to reveal a badge on his chest - E.Smallpiece Vice president.

The Medic took him to a private ambulance where the doctors were waiting.....

OOC: Yep..... that's over. I had no real intention of a sequel........

(OOC: Could we have one, just for laughs?)

be my guest to start something up if you wish.... i could use a humourous rp....