"000045-parryspr" - читать интересную книгу автора (Yngve A R - Parry's Protocol)_______________________ A.R.Yngve PARRY'S PROTOCOL _______________________ Chapter 45 The nurses halted; Abram waved his Beretta in front of their faces. He shouted in a hoarse voice: "Back off!! Drop your batons... gently!" They dropped their night-sticks, anxiously following his moving arm. Joyce shouted at them with her phone to her ear: "Do as he says! The Feds have called the sheriff, he's on his way with reinforcements!" Abram gave out a hysterical giggle, then screamed: "What lies have they been telling about me?!" as he advanced along the corridor, driving the backing nurses before him. The nurse Simon tried talking to the wild-eyed, armed man, without shifting focus from his gun: "Calm down, Dr. Lemercier. Nobody wants to harm you. I'm sure they just want to ask you a few questions..." The door-guard Mark was coming out of the booth. "Shut up and hold your arms above your head! I might be a lethal desperado, so don't take any chances! Joyce!! Tell the guard to hold his gun where I can see it -- and then empty the magazine! Now!! Then drop the gun on the floor!" Reluctantly, the guard obeyed. Abram came up to Joyce, who appeared to retain her self-control. "Abram, what's going on?" she asked with suppressed intensity. "Why're you carrying a weapon in here?" "Didn't those false Feds tell you that?" Abram gestured at the four people to gather opposite the booth; they responded quickly. "Joyce," he said forcedly, "Those people out there are bluffing, they can't have called the sheriff. Call him now!" She looked at him, confused: "What are you saying?" "They don't want any more witnesses, and you could also be in danger. I'm not just a psychologist -- I work for the CIA! Call him, dammit!" Joyce stared in disbelief; but she took her phone and punched in the number. She waited tensely while the calling signals beeped from the receiver: once; twice; three, four, five times. She gave Abram a look of despair and fear, her small hands trembling visibly. He cursed again, and said: "Throw down your phone. Is there only one exit from the building?" Joyce nodded silently, dropping her cellular phone on the floor. The door-guard glanced furtively at the steel door behind them. Suddenly, a megaphone-enhanced voice boomed from outside: "This is the FBI! We have the building surrounded, Abram! If you're not coming out in a minute, we storm the building! You have one minute!" "Jerks," the guard muttered, "the building is a bloody fortress. They'll have to blast their way inside, or break up the windows." Abram looked to the door, then at his hostages. He paled visibly, then shouted: "Everybody down into the basement -- quickly!" He backed off and ushered them down the basement stairs, waited for the last one to disappear from view, and picked up the guard's revolver and bullets from the floor. He put them in his pocket and ran to the stairs. At the top of the stairs he turned and glanced over his shoulder, through the armored window closest to the entrance. On the lawn outside, he could see two blue-clad figures rigging a tube-shaped contraption onto a thick tripod. Abram rushed down the stairs, shouting: "Take cover!!" When his feet touched the foot of the stairs, there came a sharp, whistling sound. In the next second, the building was shaken by a deafening bang, followed by the rumble of brick, mortar, and glass crashing down over the first floor. _______________________ A.R.Yngve PARRY'S PROTOCOL _______________________ Chapter 45 The nurses halted; Abram waved his Beretta in front of their faces. He shouted in a hoarse voice: "Back off!! Drop your batons... gently!" They dropped their night-sticks, anxiously following his moving arm. Joyce shouted at them with her phone to her ear: "Do as he says! The Feds have called the sheriff, he's on his way with reinforcements!" Abram gave out a hysterical giggle, then screamed: "What lies have they been telling about me?!" as he advanced along the corridor, driving the backing nurses before him. The nurse Simon tried talking to the wild-eyed, armed man, without shifting focus from his gun: "Calm down, Dr. Lemercier. Nobody wants to harm you. I'm sure they just want to ask you a few questions..." The door-guard Mark was coming out of the booth. "Shut up and hold your arms above your head! I might be a lethal desperado, so don't take any chances! Joyce!! Tell the guard to hold his gun where I can see it -- and then empty the magazine! Now!! Then drop the gun on the floor!" Reluctantly, the guard obeyed. Abram came up to Joyce, who appeared to retain her self-control. "Abram, what's going on?" she asked with suppressed intensity. "Why're you carrying a weapon in here?" "Didn't those false Feds tell you that?" Abram gestured at the four people to gather opposite the booth; they responded quickly. "Joyce," he said forcedly, "Those people out there are bluffing, they can't have called the sheriff. Call him now!" She looked at him, confused: "What are you saying?" "They don't want any more witnesses, and you could also be in danger. I'm not just a psychologist -- I work for the CIA! Call him, dammit!" Joyce stared in disbelief; but she took her phone and punched in the number. She waited tensely while the calling signals beeped from the receiver: once; twice; three, four, five times. She gave Abram a look of despair and fear, her small hands trembling visibly. He cursed again, and said: "Throw down your phone. Is there only one exit from the building?" Joyce nodded silently, dropping her cellular phone on the floor. The door-guard glanced furtively at the steel door behind them. Suddenly, a megaphone-enhanced voice boomed from outside: "This is the FBI! We have the building surrounded, Abram! If you're not coming out in a minute, we storm the building! You have one minute!" "Jerks," the guard muttered, "the building is a bloody fortress. They'll have to blast their way inside, or break up the windows." Abram looked to the door, then at his hostages. He paled visibly, then shouted: "Everybody down into the basement -- quickly!" He backed off and ushered them down the basement stairs, waited for the last one to disappear from view, and picked up the guard's revolver and bullets from the floor. He put them in his pocket and ran to the stairs. At the top of the stairs he turned and glanced over his shoulder, through the armored window closest to the entrance. On the lawn outside, he could see two blue-clad figures rigging a tube-shaped contraption onto a thick tripod. Abram rushed down the stairs, shouting: "Take cover!!" When his feet touched the foot of the stairs, there came a sharp, whistling sound. In the next second, the building was shaken by a deafening bang, followed by the rumble of brick, mortar, and glass crashing down over the first floor. |
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