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Hostage

I was going crazy.
What the hell was happening?
Cops showed up; I even think I saw some S.W.A.T. trucks coming. Now Steve is yelling in my ear about something I’m too shocked to listen to. But I can hear it. And I can hear sirens.
I snap myself out of it and take up the M4. I shoot at advancing cop and S.W.A.T. cars. Yells of the injured and the maimed reach my ears… Why on earth did we do this?
I hear on a cop radio that an officer is trapped right in front of the bank… trapped by my fire.
I hear her calls for help- but then realize I can hear her without the radio.
I duck out of cover- there she is, pistol in hand, distracted, yelling into the radio.
Perfect.
I stealthily move across the bank floor, being careful not to make a sound. She doesn’t see me.
I quickly turn the corner, acting before she can react, and hit the pistol out of her hand.
We now have yet another hostage.

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