Tronnor : Hostage

Chapter 2.

9th October 2016.

8:50pm.

Connor's POV

"Are you sure Terry won't mind us staying here this late?" I questioned, fiddling with the sheet of paper I had just retrieved. I adjusted the top button of my shirt, before walking back over to Melissa, who was stood holding a key, ready to let us into the accounts room where I would be learning our trade.

I had just graduated from highschool.

My passion for maths at school was quite intriguing. I called it the art of maths, because I believed you could find the beauty in everything, even numbers. The way they could fit together, in strange patterns, mesmerised me. I realised I sounded like a nerd, a giant nerd, but that didn't bother me. I was happy with who I was, and my life was finally taking the right turn.

My true hobbies consisted of taking photos as well, and early morning runs, but that was something simple, something I couldn't make a career out of.

So this was my only option.

My mother had managed to get me a job in the summer, starting me off as an intern in the bank for our local town. The place wasn't very big, a run down old building; it's decrepit walls slowly getting thinner, and most of the colleagues a perfect age for retirement. I had been offered a minimum wage to work in the accounts department; my young, calculator like brain, easily helping sort transactions, and overview money income.

According to the manager, I was perfect for the job, or as perfect as I could be, after my father sweet talked his friend, his friend that seemingly owned this place. I wasn't too bothered to be honest, my placement only lasting a year before I would go to college. I just needed money to pay for that, pay for my dream placement as an athlete, hopefully good enough to win some medals one day.

"Are you listening Franta?" Melissa laughed, as she guided me to one of the desks in the office. "If we start training you now, it will be easier in the long run." She smiled, as one of the dusty computers began to boot up.

Wow, they were old.

Troye's POV

I walked slowly, flinching as a leaf crumpled beneath my feet.

I was alone, completely isolated from the other boys, who stayed put in the van. It wasn't part of the deal you see? I had to do all of the work.

I held the blueprint in my hand, my fingers clutching tightly around the coloured paper, as I neared the door in one heavy mess. I was so scared, that I physically shook underneath my jumper. my tears were caught under the balaclava, now pulled over my face. I chewed on my lip as I walked up the three steps, maintaining my composure as I referred back to the plan.

'Break the glass of the left window.'

I stood back as I used the baton to smash the glass In front of me. I was positive I would get caught, my legs ready to carry me away from the scene. My quiet thrashes, only made cracks, nothing strong enough to break the window pane. So I began to hit harder this time, my eyes scrunching shut as I tried not to watch.

It shattered.

I let out a heavy breath before quickly rushing to check my instructions again. There were lots of them, all small and intricate, as if this little mission had been very well planned. They had never looked so smart, so my instant reaction was a confusing glare, as I now viewed many codes, routes and behaviours I should follow, in order to get the prize.

$10,000.

'Turn off the security cameras to your left using this code: 604592'

I looked over to my left, covering my face with my free hand, whilst the other chose the correct numbers. I was worried that I would do it wrong, set off the alarms, but the adrenalin in me shone through, making my hands move quicker, as I rushed into the building.