Author: krendall55 PM
A special-ops team is thrown into chaos when one of their own is inadvertently taken hostage by a crime boss.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 452 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 04-09-12 - id: 8009020
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The sun was settling down into the western horizon as Amy approached her apartment building. It was the middle of March and the temperature was finally settling into hospitable numbers, which was a miracle for the bustling city. It was the end of the work week and everywhere people were hurrying home to begin their weekend plans. Amy had stopped at the local market to get some groceries. Her voicemail had said that her sister, June, was able to get an earlier flight than expected, so she decided to get an early start on cleaning up her place and stocking her refrigerator. Her sister, the graduate student was in town for a two-week internship for some big-shot company. She had listened as June chatted excitedly about the gig but she had been preoccupied to pay attention. She felt guilty as hell and so insisted that June stay with her rather than book a hotel. That way, they could catch up face to face and she could learn more about her plans.
As Amy approached the steps of her building, she readjusted her handbag on her shoulders. With her arms filled with bagged groceries she was going to have trouble maneuvering the climb. She stopped and looked up the stairs just as a young boy exited the building. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with a baseball sports jacket. He saw her then and smiled, 'Need some help?', 'Oh…thank you' she said sighing. He took all but one bag from her and stepped aside, 'After you'. Amy led the way to the corridor and buzzed them into the building. Her apartment was on the third floor of the six-floor building so it was a bit of a climb she told the boy. 'It's okay…I don't mind' he said. They turned the corner and got in the building elevator. As the doors closed, Amy studied the boy out of the corner of her eyes. He was maybe fourteen or fifteen, with dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She had never seen him in the building before and was curious. 'So, do you live here?' she asked. 'Uh…yeah. On the fourth floor' 'Oh. It's just that I've never seen you here before' 'Yeah…we just moved in recently' 'Oh' she said. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. The third floor corridor was empty as they walked to her door. Amy got out her keys and unlocked it. She stepped aside and allowed the boy to enter, then followed him in and closed the door behind her. 'You can put them…' she started, but stopped cold when she saw the gun.