When the bracelet started beeping almost everyone in the room began yelling, and looking down at their bracelets. Finally, one man began screaming the highest of them all. He was a younger man compared to everyone else in the room. He must have been the security guard or the guide to the immigration place. He was pale and had a ginger beard with light brown eyes. He clearly was not here to get his citizenship to say the least.
I kept trying to calm the people down, but they did not want to hear it. It had been about 30 seconds since the whole incident happened, but it felt like an eternity, the man kept yelling until people would not even get close to him, and then it happened he blew up. What was once one man was now splattered all over the walls paintings and the people.
Then the terrorists walked in and said: "who's next?"
We all started to panic, and eventually, someone tried to run; the terrorists were ready for him though. One said, "he's next!"
And the same cycle started, and before I knew it there were two men covering the whole room.
I was panicking too. I thought I was going to die, this was it, my moment had come. But it didn't, a phone started to ring. It was mine. The terrorist answered the call, it was Mr. Cooper. I could hear him yelling from where I was standing, and I couldn't believe my ears but he was asking if I was ok. The terrorist with the tattoo of the Virgin Mary looked at me and told me to get over there.
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Mystery / ThrillerPeople say that a crisis brings out the best in people. Well what happened to me really brought out the worst in me. The authorities said it was in the name of national security, thats there everyday exuse, but what I did in the name of national sec...