Story Pt 02

In another wing of the complex a phone rang.

‘Yes?’ a voice answered from behind a cliché looking high backed chair.

‘I sent him up there an hour ago. No he wasn’t a large man.’ The voice paused, the air seemed to fill with tension.

‘Keep him at gunpoint, I’m sending someone up’ The voice ended the call.

The gunman put the phone down and put his other hand on the pistol, moving a bit closer to the fat man he said in an ‘official’ voice “Hands. Behind your head. Kneel down, cross your legs. If I repeat myself you’re getting one in the back of the head”.

The fat man stood still in a moment of defiance, and then as if he had given up he slowly kneeled down. The gunman felt a wave of relief and control wash over him.