My Masked Assassin

Chapter Three: Friday Night Just Really Got Interesting

"Hello?" I said in my sweetest voice possible, when I was no more than five feet away.

"Hhiuw!" the guy made a whimpering noise as he waves the detonator in my direction.

"No, no, no, no, no" I said soothingly, "I won't hurt you," I said calmly, I made sure not to sound too urgent, and not to raise my voice in anyway. "I just wanna talk."

He made another whimpering sound, I see his eyes look down at my belt, and they grow wider, his breathing became more harsh as I could see the puff of air in the late night chill and the glow of the Bank behind him.

"Hey, hey calm down...." I reach for my belt ever so slowly, I let my fingers linger over my gun for a moment, then I easily slide it out. He flinches, but otherwise didn't move. I bent down to the ground and laid the gun flat down on the asphalt. "...see? We cool." He still looked at my belt.

I sighed, "Alright fine," I brought out my knife at my back, dropped it down unceremoniously with a clank and kicked it behind me. "See? Nothing else on me," I pat the belt for emphasis.

Grenade in my pocket.

Shit!

I thought I left that at home! I always do! I cringe internally. But it didn't matter, all I had to do was make sure he didn't see it or else all these people strapped with bombs to their chest can just kiss the planet earth good bye.

I straighten back up, flick my hair out of my eyes, and give him my most winning smile.

I could see the stiffness of his shoulders subside, not much, but just a bit. I took that as a sign to advance, giving each of my steps two second intervals, not too rushy but also not so suspicious.

Out of the five hostages 2 were girls and 3 were guys, I'd manage to reach the last guy/hostage on the line. At this close range I got a better look of the guy, he was really really handsome, emphasis on the word was.

He looked like he'd once been a hot-bad-boy-jock-playboy, his skin looked to be hanging off his skin-severe and intense weight loss, I thought sadly. I was once close to looking like that myself, and I knew it came only from complete starvation.

"Hey...wassap?" I ask lightly.

He tilts his head and looks at me like a confused dog, well, seeing as his eyes were still big and round he actually could pass off for a dog...a poodle maybe? Chiwawa tops.

My God, those eyes are killer. I'm no poet, heck, I'm not even that good with words, but his eyes look like someone took a knife and dug out his tortured wrenched soul. I know this might sound strange, but I felt this urge to kiss me.

Don't give me that look, I like screwed up guys.

"D-d-diamonds." I hear the wimper.

My head tilts to one side, now I'm the dog. "Excuse me?" I walk lazily over to him.

He freaks and lifts his palm to slam down on the detonator button.

"WHOOW!" I jump back 7 feet, "Whow, sorry."

The hear the grumble of the police officers behind me, not good.

I turn around and flick my hands at them, some moved back as I indicated but others stubbornly stayed put till Sally barked at them through her blow horn.

"Let's not do something we'll regret here buddy," I say to the guy.

He lowers the detonator and gives me that dog look again, I bet that must've been his signature smolder look cause I can totally see the ladies falling for it if it were done with a finer face.