Trouble in Paradise, Nicholas Seagle [most romantic novels .txt] 📗
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second story stairs it burned my hand from how fast I was accelerating down and how suddenly I grabbed the rail. I pulled myself up and walked down the rest of the way. I reached a red door with a steel bar on it that said in big bold letters “IF PUSHED ALARM WILL SOUND!” the door had a window so I could peak through and look around. The first thing I saw was the lobby. The floor was covered in blood and littered with bodies; I looked to the left, a gift shop with a few bodies in it and a spinning clothes rack I could hide in. But if I were going to hide there I would have to move fast, one slip is all I needed to become part of the dead body parade. 1… 2… 3… I pushed the bar on the door and pushed it open and immediately a loud annoying alarm went off. I was fast to get to the gift shop once I got there I put my head down and slid under the clothes rack. Nobody could see me unless they put one-hundred percent of their attention on the clothes rack which, unless they were looking for new clothes, wasn’t likely to happen. About three minutes after the alarm had been set off one of the armed gunmen came to investigate. He looked at the door, to the left and then to the right, he scratched his head and walked away. “He’s got the attention span of a walnut.” I thought to myself. I came out from under the clothes rack and looked around, to my astonishment nobody was even in the lobby. No guards and certainly no tourists, well not counting the dead ones. I steeped over the dead bodies in my way and went forward leaving the lobby and entering the bar. When I entered I could hear squealing and pleading from inside the glass covered area. It sounded like a women’s voice she said in a choked up tone “Oh please don’t kill me! I don’t deserve it!” She started to sob heavily. And then a man’s voice spoke. “Shut up! If you don’t stop crying we are just going to paint the wall with your brains!” The man was obviously aggravated with her. I snuck through the back entrance of the bar so that he couldn’t see me. The Women kept crying the guard didn’t want to hear it. She smacked her over the head with his pistol knocking her unconscious. I crept up behind the guard who was, at this point, sitting at the bar having a cold one. I grabbed the back of his head and bashed it against the bar multiple times. His face was caved in and a blood puddle stained the polished oak surface of the bar. I pushed him off the stool and started drinking the beer he had opened but had not gotten to drink. About a half an hour the women had come too and noticed the guard wasn’t alive anymore “Thank you.” She had said almost scaring me off the barstool “oh, uh, you’re welcome it was nothing.” I said calmly. “Well.” She said “Is it okay if I just stay here?” she sounded worry and still very scared. “You don’t have to just stay in the bar. There are no terrorists in the lobby.” I said still very calm. Her eyes widened in amazement “So the lobby is like a safe zone?!” That caught my attention. She continued to talk “You could look for other hostages, save them and bring them here and then we can signal for a rescue.” She had a great plan but we needed a secret way in and out. “You know that’s a good plan but we need a place to get in and out without the terrorists following me.” She quickly responded with “There’s an open vent right across from the gift shop but you’re going to need to get a ladder to get up there or something that you can use that is tall. What about bodies. Plenty of those I can stack on top of them.
I took the walkie-talkie off the guard and handed it to her. “Keep in touch and stay here. Board up and barricade the doors. If anyone tries to get in call me on the walkie-talkie. Got it?” She nodded her head and walked to the gift shop. Now time to stack those bodies.
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