Inside Man

Sitting in a dark, cramped cell he waited. There was a lot of difference between a prison and a tiny cell. As he waited, his brainpower drifted back to how he had come to be here . . . zero(prenominal)one noticed the four painters as they slipped through the huge, glass door of the verify. No one even gave them a second glance. So no one realised when they barred the doors of the bank. The security cameras had already been disabled and guns had now silently been slipped bulge of the pockets into the hand of the painters. They signalled to separately other. A shot was fired into the air. Everyone froze. Then the screaming started.EVERYBODY GET blue ON THE trading floor NOW YOU HAVE FOUR SECONDS. IF YOURE STILL STANDING WE SHOOTWithin an hour the people in the bank- customers, employees, security guards now all hostages- had been gathered into several different rooms. The painters had changed into grey jumpsuits that covered every in of their bodies. Their faces were covered by latex masks, their eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. Identical clothes had been shoved into each hostages face. Take off your clothes and put these on. Put any keys, weapons, mobile phones, any forms of communication into this nucleotide NOW. Listen to us and no one gets hurt. ordered the leader of the bank robbers. His voice was calm scarcely laced with menace.Hands shaking, the hostages began to strip off their clothes. Only a few had refused to do what the robber had asked just now then had obligingly- and wisely- followed instructions when one of them had been dragged through the door, kicking and screaming and the others had hand guns pointed at their heads. None of the hostages knew what had happened to the valet de chambre that had been taken out. Two hours later, a phone had rung. The robber had picked it up. They had heard a sickening gunshot. Silence change the room. The gunshot echoed off the walls. They could guess.Outside, a cluster of people- police, firemen, p aramedics, reporters, gathered around the building. All of them wringed their hands and wiped their brows in desperation.researcher Frazier is there any more news? asked a vernal officer. He was inexperienced. It showed in the way he moved from one foot to the other, agitatedly and by the nervous expression he wore on his face. No. We still have the note the robbers have given us. We have to be c arful in a event like this. There are lives at stake. researcher Frazier replied evenly. He ciphered calm and he spoke sedately but inside he was in turmoil. If this ended in disaster he would get the blame. The young officer nodded and backed away. As he turned, he glanced curiously behind his shoulder, at the detective. Detective Frazier was agaze grimly at the bank. Worry tinged his grave features. Sighing, he took out his phone. He would have to cancel his plans. It was way out to be a long night. . .The phone rang. The lead robber picked it up.Im surprised you didnt call sooner, he said.Weve been a little busy, Detective Frazier retorted on the other end of the line, How do you plan to pull this off? How are you gonna escape?Im red to walk straight out of this door. The robber replied coolly.Huh. Well see. So far youve let out four hostages but you havent shot anyone. One of our men tried to get in, you didnt kill him either. I dont consider youre a killer. Frazier surmised.Only if provoked. Why dont you turn around? said the robber. Frazier did not like the sinister pungency in his voice. He spun round. One of the disabled surveillance cameras was working again. The robber waved. In front of him was ostensibly a man, bound up, with a bag over his head. Fraziers colleges looked at him in panic.Now lets be sharp-witted about this. Frazier said into the phone. There was no one on the other end. The detectives heart raced and his stomach sank. No. It was too late. He closed his eyes as he heard the gunshot. He didnt want to look at all the blood and brain s strewn across the floor, so he kept his eyes down, away from the screen. . .Detective Frazier sat, studying he written note the robbers had given him. A tall man barged through the door.Thats it. Im going in. Im not gonna stand here and watch innocent people get killed. he roared.Case, dont. We dont know what were relations with here. You can even tell the difference between the bank robbers and the hostages. Frazier warned him.I dont care. Im taking the team in. Were using gumshoe bullets and were knocking everyone out, bank robber or not. Case shouted hotly. He stormed out. Fraziers heart skipped a turn tail as he noticed the microscopic transmitter attached to the paper. They had heard everything.Russell, theyre getting an ESU team into action. Theyll be here in less then five minutes but were ready. a female bank robber said to their leader.Alright. Everybody assume positions. he ordered. He reached for the smoke bombs.The ESU unit rammed through the door. They tensely held their guns and their breather as they tried to squint through the veil of thick smoke. They heard a faint noise, it grew louder and louder. five-spot hundred hostages or robbers rushed through, straight at them, running frantically to the doors. They burst outside, screaming, tear-stricken.GET DOWN NOW HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEADS ON THE FLOOR screamed a commander aiming his gun.Two weeks later the show window was dropped. The bank robbers had swapped with the hostages at different intervals during the robbery so no one had been able to be identified. zip had been stolen.Russell glanced at his watch. It was time to escape. He slid the fake wall open and slipped through the crack. Russell walked down the passages and hallways of the bank. Then, with a humbled sack off priceless diamonds in his pocket, he stepped straight through the front doors.