Prison Throne
“All were prepared to hold court in the streets if the terrorist inside so desired. It was totally up to him; well, for the moment anyway.
Rookie hostage negotiator Alf Herman, who wished to be called by his first and middle name, slogged slowly toward the concrete steps leading up to the property with his hands raised high in the air. “I’m coming in!” he yelled, his heart less confident than his voice. “And I’m unarmed! Please don’t shoot!”
There was a brief ...moment of silence, with the exception of the engines of the SWAT vehicles humming in the background.
“You had better be alone, cop,” the Terrorist chided from inside the home. “I’m not fucking around!”
Alf Herman swallowed what was left of his valor and said, “I…I am!” His brown skin was reddening due to blood rushing to the surface of his face.MoreLess
Rookie hostage negotiator Alf Herman, who wished to be called by his first and middle name, slogged slowly toward the concrete steps leading up to the property with his hands raised high in the air. “I’m coming in!” he yelled, his heart less confident than his voice. “And I’m unarmed! Please don’t shoot!”
There was a brief ...moment of silence, with the exception of the engines of the SWAT vehicles humming in the background.
“You had better be alone, cop,” the Terrorist chided from inside the home. “I’m not fucking around!”
Alf Herman swallowed what was left of his valor and said, “I…I am!” His brown skin was reddening due to blood rushing to the surface of his face.MoreLess
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