I am coming from a bank robbery as I hear gunshots and think Police? No it's too soon for that. Then what? They are getting closer.
I turn a corner and my front tire pops. Damn. I sit there for a moment and assess the situation in front of me. There is a band of terrorists shooting at a bullet proof car and the bodies of security guards around it. I assume that there is somebody important in that car that they want as a hostage. For what though I don't know. I see that one of the doors is open and somebody is firing wildly. Just a matter of seconds before they all die or get captured. Normally I wouldn't give a shit but apparently I'm stuck because I got a flat from a stray bullet. I need a new ride. The cops will be here any second with this many gunshots. Hmm? I wonder...
I get out of my car and leap into action killing all the terrorists nearby. But there are a couple reaching into the car and I hear a girls screams. There are three of them there. They came well prepared. Just not for me. I reach the car and shoot all of them through the head.
"Thank you! Thank you! You've saved us!" Said the driver.
I throw my sack at the girl in the back and slide in next to her. She's blind. But pretty. She slides closer to me and I put my arm around her shoulders. And my gun to her head.
"What are you doing?! You save us then you kill us?! What the he-"
"Shut up and drive. I was on my way back from a bank robbery when a stray bullet hit my tire. Now you are my driver, and this lovely lady is my hostage. Take me somewhere the cops won't find us." I tell the driver.
She huffs in annoyance. "Ryan, what do you want me to do?"
"Uhm... Take us to my father's summer home. The cops won't think to look for us there." She said.
"Ryan? As in the governors daughter?" I ask.
"Yes." Says the driver. "And your name is? Since apparently we are doing introductions now."
"I am Zen. I'm sure you've heard of me."
The drivers jaw drops. "Not THE Zen, right? We can't be that unlucky. Right?! And today of all days."
"So you do know who I am. That's good." I say. "And you would be?"
"Why the hell should I tell a terrorist my na-"
"Her name is Mary." Said Ryan. "She's daddy's personal servant."
"RYAN!!"
"Hmmm... the princess makes a calm hostage." I note.
"Why should I be scared? Are you going to shoot me?" She asked.
"Yes I probably will." I answer.
"Well then can I at least know what you look like? Before you shoot me?"
"Ryan, no!" yells Mary.
I aim the gun at her and demand her to drive.
"How do you intend to see my face? You can't see." I say.
Suddenly she reaches out and begins feeling my face. She gasps quietly. Then she is slightly moved to tears. "You're beautiful." She says in a small voice. She continues to feel my face. Every curve, every crease. My entire face being pictured in her mind. I let her do so until she's satisfied. Why, I have no idea.
"Why are you not scared?" I ask quizzically. "I could pull the trigger any second you know?
"How could I be scared of somebody so beautiful?" She replies.
