I had snapped. We all had at that moment. Seeing Oslo, bleeding and in a lot of pain evoked a rage inside of me, as I began shooting closer to the police officers, dragging Oslo back. "GET THE FUCK IN" I yelled, still shooting at the police until the rest had made it back in the bank, a bullet grazing my gut as the door finally shut.
"What the fuck was that?" Berlin asked in worry. "Those bitches shot Oslo!" Nairobi yelled as Helsinki was quick by his brothers side, putting his hand on his wound. Berlin rolled his eyes and turned back to the hostages, to find out that Arturo had been looking at them the whole time. He walked over to him and took the blindfold off. "Ah, Arturito." He said, giggling a little. "Look at me, do you watch movies?" He asked, the hostage in floods of tears at this point whole he nodded to Berlins question. "You know that one guy who tries to be the hero, and you think. 'This guy is gonna die'?" He asked but before he can answer, he hit him with the "That person is you." He put Arturos blindfold back on him.
Melbourne smoked a cigarette while Paris started to fully map out where everything was from some shitty little blue prints. "Damn, you know your stuff." He said laughing. She looked up at him and smiled. "Yeah, I do. Don't you have a job to do?" She asked, looking back at her blue prints. "Well, me and Nairobi are going to get the workers to start printing the money in a bit, but I got a bit of time left." He replied.
I went over to the hostages. "Right, you can all take your blindfolds off now." I said to them all. They all did as I instructed. "Now, if you have any health problems, or need any medicines, please walk to the left." I said, pointing it the left. "If not, stay where you are standing." 13 hostages moved to the left, while the remainders stayed behind.
Seoul walked over and looked at Alison Parker. "So, Ambassadors Daughter, huh? Come with me." She said, grabbing the girls hand and beginning to walk up the stairs.
I nodded when seeing her leave with Alison, before unpacking some masks, jumpsuits and guns. "Now, everyone get these on, and write what medical problems you have on this paper." I said, handing a pregnant lady a clipboard. "How long are you due?" I asked in worry. "8 months.." she muttered.
(A year before)
The news had reached out that some girl I got pregnant went into labour. I entered the hospital and checked into her ward, walking over to her, a baby already in her arms. "It's a boy." She said, frowning a little. I smiled and sat down, taking the baby off her. "I've been thinking of a name, what about Romeo?" I asked. She smiled. "I love it."
(A month after that)
We had the final argument, enough to take it to court. Due to the mother being an alcoholic and a drug addict, I won custody of Romeo. After the court hearing, I drove back to my own house. "I won't let anything happen to you" I said to my son, but he was a month old so he didn't get a word of it.
(Back to the Present)
"Listen, you will be alright. I'm a parent, I know how you feel." I said before turning my head to Berlin. "Berlin, I have a 8 month pregnant lady, I'm going to put her in an office and check on her every once in a while.
Berlin marched over. "That wasn't in the plans, London, leave her here." He yelled in my face.
"Just because your a sociopath doesn't mean that what you think is always right. She could have a fucking miscarriage from this, and you care about a plan. What's one hostage gonna do to a plan?" I yelled back before he grabbed my collar.
"I'm the leader, what I say goes. It's an order." He said, spitting in my face.
And that is how I learned to hate Berlin.
