So having held several of the
higher ups of the Snake Devils gang hostage for around seven hours
before any of them thought of calling for help was not the highlight
of my career. I'm not sure whether they thought I would get bored and
start shooting them which would automatically raise the alarm or they
just weren't at all threatened by my presence, but either way it's
still a really long time to be sat in a dark, dank, back room with
rough, violent men.
After seven hours I was debating
whether or not just shooting them wouldn't have been a good idea, but
then Sykes sent in his advanced team...and when I say advanced team,
I mean overenthusiastic young boys. Three rounds in the wall was
enough to send them running out the door they had boldly entered
through.
Unfortunately they replied with
their own gunfire. When I say unfortunately, I mean unfortunately for
them...the men I was holding hostage didn't take too kindly to being
shot by peons. I decided that getting in the middle of this
particular gunfight probably wasn't in my best interest, so I slipped
quietly out of the side door.
I would like it if one plan, just
one plan, could come off without a hitch or completely falling apart.
However the seven hours I had
spent with my hostages had provided me with a lot of very useful
information that I should have shared with Fred but with him still
wanting to arrest me, I wasn't really in the sharing mood. I need to
make myself scarce though as the would be police on their way due to
caring citizens not wanting the gun battle in the bar to spill out
onto the street.
I needed somewhere that I could
sit down and think through everything I had found out. It needed to
be somewhere quiet, somewhere that people rarely visited and the last
place the police would think of looking for me...
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