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Stories from the Verse
Spy Verses
Chapter 50: Brown 120
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Derek didn’t think someone in a suit and tie would use words like that; in any case, if one of his friends said that, his mother would have banned him from the house for at least a month. But then, he supposed that his team would have startled anyone.
“What are you doing here?” he called to the man, who had raised his hands above his head after swearing and begging them not to shoot him. “Who are you?”
As the man continued to blubber, Derek heard Jim saying, “Relax, we’re not going to hurt you. We’re the cavalry.”
“What, the three of you?”
“Yeah,” Jim started saying, but Derek cut him off.
“Don’t say more. Watch him carefully; I think he’s one of them.”
“What, one of the terrorists?” the man said.
Derek remembered telling a kid named, what was his name, David? Yeah, David, that his life was often very like a movie. Campers were being killed by an insane camper, and Derek said he wanted out of the story before it came to him. Now he was in a different movie, not exactly like it, but this could have been a scene from it.
“I’d be willing to bet he’s wearing a vest under that shirt and tie, and has a gun hidden. He’s also probably got an open mic on a radio, so that the boss can hear what he says. On your knees, hands on your head,” he continued, and the man slowly complied. “All right, we move in slowly, watch for him to go for a gun, probably behind his back or maybe under the coat.”
It was as Derek had guessed, and after disabling the radio and taking the gun they secured him in a side room. “If I’d known we were going to leave so many people bound and gagged, I’d have brought wire ties,” Jim said. “Improvising just takes extra time.”
“We could always put him in a closet and move one of those door bombs to it,” Derek said, “but that’s probably not quicker.”
“Attention, commando unit on the twentieth floor.”
“I did not know there was an internal speaker system,” Derek said. Jim shrugged; apparently he had not been told either.
“You have fifteen minutes to surrender yourselves, or I will begin killing hostages. This will be your only warning.”
“Well,” Derek said, “it looks like we can save everyone if we can finish this in fifteen minutes.”
There is a behind-the-writings look at the thoughts, influences, and ideas of this chapter, along with twenty other sequential chapters of this novel, in mark Joseph "young" web log entry #235: Versers Infiltrate. Given a moment, this link should take you directly to the section relevant to this chapter. It may contain spoilers of upcoming chapters.
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