WHY?

Translate This for Me

The tattoo of the Virgin Mary now this all made sense to me. The men were terrorists, or robbers coming for the painting. Maybe they didn't care about the painting, maybe they just wanted the people as a act of terrorism. Or maybe they wanted me...I know that the people think i'm a reporter, but really im in league with the CIA. As a reporter I chase the truth and bring light to things, but I went to training on how to be an operative, and was later given the assignment to follow on specific people or cases. The agency always gave me the resources, but once I found something I had to give it in. For my own saftey I could never actually publish it! My handler used to tell me I was the best damn reporter that anyone will never hear about! 

Once the thought of someone figuring out I had something to do with this settled in I began to sweat, I felt pale, my lips were dry, and I had a tingely sensation in my fingers and toes. I must have started murmuring something, because one of the terrorists shouted, "Hey! No talking, if I even think I hear one of you I'll blow you to pieces! Now if you would be so kind as to remaining silent we will send a message to the FBI." 

What I didn't understand was how wrong those people could be to be speaking english. I began to look around, and I noticed how almost everyone in the room didn't look from America. They all looked South or Central American. I saw one of the papers that literally everyone was carrying, they all read "U.S Citizenship Applications this Friday."  

These people are here to get their papers! I started to wisper to them in Spanish to see if they spoke English. I saw this one woman behind me I leaned in closer, and said " Disculpe, pero usted habla inglés?" That means "Excuse me, but do you speak English?"

She responded no, and I kept asking people and they all kept saying they didn't.  Before I could do anything else the broadcast began. The man spoke in a clearly fake accent. One part of my training was to differentiate a real accent from a fake one, and I'll admit I've gotten pretty good at it.  "Good afternoon FBI and the rest of New York, I know this may seem as a robbery or  a terror attack, but rest assured that all items will remain where they are. We are not terrorists, we are the Saviours. We come here to liberate the world of the ones who seek to ruin it. Don't try to come for us if we even think we hear a siren or a footstep outside out perimiter we will begin executing the hostages. Don't try anything fancy either we have stationed Bio weapons everywhere that can be detonated whenever we choose to. we'll call you guys later."

Then they turned around, and one of them said "Who here can understand me?"

No one moved or said anything, including me. He then repeated, "I said who here can understand me?!"

Everyone stood still again, "Fine, then you leave me no other choice."

BANG!. He shot one of the prisoners right in the head, the blood was rolling down his face and onto the ground. "I'm gonna ask one more time, Whe here can understand me!" He said while he put his gun on a girls forhead.

"I can, I can! Please don't hurt them." ( That right there, that was me.)

"Finally, we can get underway. Translate this for me will ya. Tell them how if they touch their bracalets they die, how if I catch them talking they die, or how if I hear sirens its 'cause they called the cops, and if they do they DIE!." 

I did as he asked, and now the people were even more scared. I added a few things about how it was going to be ok, but they didn't want to hear it they were all consumed with terror. About an hour later people were started to be taken away from the main hall into small rooms. My guess for questioning, but after that a few people would return. So that meant that the terrorists or the Saviours whaterver they were, they were mixing themselves in with the hostages!

I had to find a way to contact the authorities, and thats when I heard one of the bracelets beep.