Snippet #1670562

“No! Let me go!” the young intern screamed as two of the terrorists grabbed her from the group. They were wearing black masks and fatigues, a good sign, the fact that they hadn’t shown their faces meant they may intend to let most of the hostages go, then again… The other hostages were lined against the back wall, ensuring any attempt to breach that way would put them in the line of fire. Many secretaries and assistants were there, woman of all ages in different business suits and a few men. One of them was tied to a large chair behind an opulent desk, the CEO. Another was a younger looking man with black hair in a white three piece suit. There were two bodyguard and a third man bleeding in one corner, all of them had been shot, and possibly dead. “Stop! Noooo!” the young girl yelled as the men laughed pulling at her suit.

“L-Leave her alone!” the man in the white suit said with an attempt to sound stern, but his face was one of instant regret as the men turned on him. His face was not that of a bodyguard, that’s why he wasn’t shot like the two men in black and the man he was told was from Tri-Sec.

“What’d you say punk?” one of the men asked as he stormed over toward him, grabbing him and pulling him to his feet. His hands were cuffed behind him and his feet bound with tape. This other man was massive; he had been one of the guys who had taken down the Bodyguards who were cyborgs. If he ventured a guess the assistant would assume they were enhanced with drugs. The Purists wouldn’t use mechanical augmentation but drugs and other natural stimulants weren’t out of the question.

“I-I said l-let her go, she’s done nothing to you…” he said adverting his eyes away like a coward. His eyes were those of a coward. That man from Tri-Sec lying on the ground hadn’t been a coward, he had fought but had been defeated in an instant.

“You think you can order me?” the man asked with a grin of maniacal intent. The man opened his mouth to answer but was just flung to the ground by a fist to his jaw, a sharp crack heard as he hit the ground. His shoulder was strangely twisted to one side.

The man whimpered but didn’t outright cry, he was tough for an assistant. “Just-just let her go, she’s not part of this… please,” he coughed and spat out a tooth and blood, “She’s just an intern, she’s a college student for God’s sake!” he sat up yelling at the man and received a swift kick to the side of his head for his trouble. His glasses broke and shattered as he hit the ground again, this time shaking and coughing up more blood.

“Shut up! You can’t talk to us like that!” the man yelled pointing his Russian assault rifle at the man and taking aim for his head. “I’ll teach you not to talk so tough! You bas-”

“Borris!” came a sharp and higher pitched voice, the man stopped in his tracks and turned to the door, where a woman in a black mask stood. “What did I say about injuring the hostages?”

“But boss, he was getting all uppity with us and-” boss, was she the leader? Maybe, but then again she may just be the leader of the mercenaries or guard or whoever these big bastards were. All they knew was that these guys were purists

“I don’t care, now put the girl down and go patrol the halls… and you!” she pointed her pistol at the man who had spoken out, fear covering his face as he looked at her with wide eyes, “I trust you won’t misunderstand me, I just don’t want to have to kill someone without augmentations… but if you misbehave again.” A shot landed just next to his face and he cringed moving into a fetal position, “You’ll end up just like them.” She gestured to the piled bodies of the bodyguards and the Tri-Sec man.

“Understand?” He didn’t speak until she repeated herself. Swallowing hard he tried to answer but couldn’t make a sound and instead just nodded. “Good boy… you two, get out.” He said to the large men who grumbled as they left, dropping the poor girl to the ground half naked and sobbing. Looking at the man who had tried to stand up but fallen back to whimpering so quickly she scoffed and turned, mumbling “Coward,” under her breath as she closed the door hard, leaving the hostages alone for the moment.

In that instant the man’s personality changed. The moment they were gone he sat up and looked at the door, the cowardice was gone from his eyes and instead a blank stare replaced it. He breathed out in a sigh and then shrugged his dislocated shoulder, a pop could be heard as the joint went back into place, but he only made a grunt at the extreme pain before spitting out a clot of blood once more toward the door were their captures had just left, “God, I want to kill them…” he mumbled before looking over toward the woman who they had assaulted, “Are you alright miss? They didn’t hurt you did they?”

She couldn’t speak but one of the other secretaries had managed to crawl over to her and was comforting her as she shook her head no. the woman hurting her looked at the assistant and asked him quietly, “What do you think is going to happen to us?” she asked.

“I don’t know…” he lied. She had called the goon by a name; they were wearing the masks to keep up the persona that they were going to let them go. Most people knew that if a kidnapper let you see their face you were going to die, but lesser known was that if they used names and not numbers the same was most likely. He knew all too well that those men were probably going to kill them all when they were finished with whatever they wanted. But he couldn’t let them know that. The Tri-Sec man who had introduced himself as Jacob was dead, and things were getting worse.

“Will-will they save us?” another choked out looking at the corpses.

“I don’t know…”