“Really, what? Do you think I….” He was forced to stop as the doors were jerked open, and the room welcomed determined faces in uniform possessing simple ammunition, as many had already surrounded the building as I hoped.
“Your hands on your heads, drop your weapons. You are under arrest!” The speaker booms repeatedly.
He shot a dagger look at me,
“F***!” He cursed,
“How dare you?”
“I told you I am no fool, how dare you go against me and…” furiously bit his lower lip, raised the handgun to complete the words he failed to communicate as he aimed a shot at me, with bated breath I ducked briskly, the ballistic deafening boom scared me out of my own skin.
The bullet had met Randy by the shoulder joint, he gripped his arm as he sat on his ass on the floor, his oozing trepidation is palpable, and the coward’s groans makes me want to laugh out loud, but I don’t think I’m brave enough to do so at the moment.
All this, I witnessed from the spot I had instantaneously embraced as my rock of salvation (behind an old sofa placed beside the window) since the dramas had had a malevolent tweak and the unorthodox activities going on now dishes detriments disproportionately.
I was just wondering how unfortunate he had been, he was perhaps retreating absentmindedly because he sold wholly his attention to the intimidating cops’ interference, probably frightened by the event’s ambiguous ramifications but much more concerned about the restrictions it would dictate on his daily food intake when another bullet hit him right in the chest and he spread on the floor with jerking reactions where he already sat.
‘Oh, my– ‘ What the hell?!
My poignant desire to vamoose the unnerving and unanticipated shootout had already started to build rapidly as a few of the boys including Stanley had surrendered already before some of the boys proved impetuous to start the revolt and motivated more of the boys to constitute a public nuisance on the private property.
Willy, for example I guess had thought the happenings could be likened unto a movie as he employed an inept gambit: he shot at a cop cuffing Harry in the buttocks and even at Detective Hoover, whose head would have been leveled with the earth by now but was somehow rescued by a quick involuntarily prostration he had clicked off, that he owed to his colleague who had instinctively shrieked his observation in just three words “Watch out Herbert!” to alarm him.
The boys must have taken initiative as more seized their guns, and kept on the show that forced the building to suck in more of the cops that were tactically stationed on the exterior to contribute heavily to the rebellious emperor’s crew apprehension, the reverberating blasting sonic waves were utterly disturbing, even I have always thought myself to have no fears but this experience…
“Hmph!” It is simply nightmarish.
Though not hastily rather the police loitered systematically, perhaps diplomatically to maintain a tactical strategy that can allot them the parcels of victory.