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"The Hostage"  -  Chapter 1 (of 8)
  by Maddog


For the fourth time in as many minutes Jill Roth glanced at the
clock on the wall.  "Hmmm, 2:52" she thought. "I don't think I'm
any closer to the tellers than I was five minutes ago."  There's
really nothing you can do but to stand quietly when you are in a
bank line.  People don't talk to each other.  Usually they stare
straight ahead or at their feet.  "Why didn't I bring a
newspaper?"

As dull as it may be, going to the bank is usually the most
interesting part of her day.  Jill is a bookkeeper for a large
insurance agency.  Her job consists of making entries in books. 
She volunteered for the daily task of depositing the days
receipts in the bank just to get away from the books for a little
while.

She had been with the agency for nearly 3 years.  It was her
first job out of high school.  She only did a so-so job at
bookkeeping.  The firm kept her around though because the sales
agents liked to ogel her.  She had no illusions about this.  She
happened to be a very pretty girl.  She was short, only about 5
foot 1 and fairly petit.  She only weighed 95 pounds.  No matter
what she ate, she couldn't gain weight, she had one of those fast
matabolisims.  She also wore a size 32C bra.

This size isn't too big overall, but she had such a small frame,
they seemed much bigger than they were. The men at work always
made cracks about her size and shape.  They would say things like
'How can you stand up being so top heavy?'

It was all just petty annoyance to her.  She never gave it a
second thought.  Sex was not big deal to her.  If anything, it
was an annoyance she put up with for her boyfriend.

She always remained business like.  She made a particular effort
not to appear too sexy at work because she did not want to give
any of her male co- workers the wrong signals.  Today she wore a
gray suit with a matching jacket and skirt.  Her hair was dirty
blond and fell just below her shoulders, but, today, as usual,
she had it pinned up.  It was hard to concentrate on her books
with hair falling in front of her face.

She took another glance at the clock.  It was now 2:53. Suddenly
the calm was broken briefly by a small child who was in line with
his mother behind her.  He was complaining that he wanted to get
hamburgers and seemed to be growing impatient with the wait. 
Jill and other bank customers turned to stare for a few moments. 
The mother did what she could to calm her child.

Jill still lived with her mother.  She didn't go out too much. 
She really didn't have any girl friends. She did have a boy
friend though.  She had been seeing Roy for nearly 2 years.  He
is a bit older than her. Actually, he is 37.  He is an
accountant.  He has 2 children from a previous marriage.

Jill and Roy had a routine.  Every other weekend Roy spends his
time with his kids.  On the off weekends, he spends the time with
her.  On Saturday nights, they usually see a movie or go to a
party then end up in Roy's bed.  They make love for about 20
minutes and go to bed.  Sundays they read the paper together, go
out to brunch and then she usually goes home.  The routine had
been pretty much the same for a while.  She often wondered if the
relationship would ever grow beyond that, but dismissed the idea
when she realized she was only 22 years old and shouldn't really
be in such a big hurry.

Suddenly the calm was broken again.  For a moment she thought the
small child was acting out again.  But this sound was different. 
Louder.  She turned with annoyance to see what was happening. 
What she saw caused her to gasp.

Three men with guns had entered the bank.  Each were dressed
similarly.  Jeans, black sweat shirts, work books and work
gloves.  They wore black ski masks and dark goggles over their
eyes.  You couldn't see one inch of skin on any of the men.  They
looked very ominous.  Even though they were dressed alike, they
did look different in that one man was short and thin, one about
average height with a round beer belly and one very tall and
lanky.

The man with the beer belly was standing behind the bank guard
near the door.  He had his left arm around the guards across his
chest and was holding his gun in his right hand to the mans head.
 The other two men were walking quickly toward the line and the
tellers.

Beer belly spoke aloud "This is a stickup!  No body will get hurt
if you simply co-operate.  Everyone but the tellers please lay
face down on the floor."  People continued to stand, too much in
shock to move.  Beer belly added louder and angrier "NOW!"

Jill noticed people around her began to follow the instructions
of the robber.  She followed suit and got down on the floor also,
face down.  The short man went into the tellers cages with a
garbage bag while the tall man stood the cage and stood directly
over Jill and the other customers.

A moment later the small child who had made noise a few minutes
ago jolted everyone by crying out again. Everyone including the
robbers jumped a bit before the childs mother was able to quiet
the child.

The bank guard decided to take advantage of the brief disturbance
and went for his gun.  The tall robber spotted the attempt and
quickly drew his gun and shot at the guard.  Fortunately the man
was some distance away and not a great shot, so the bullet hit
the man in the upper thigh.  The guard fell to the ground in
pain. At the same moment a loud alarm started to ring.

"WHO HIT THE GODDAM ALARM?" screamed the beer belly man.

One of the tellers sputtered out answer, "The gunshot. . . it's
automatic."

"OK", said beer belly to his associates, "Lets get out of here
NOW."

"Just a minute", said short man, "Lemme finish!"  He tried to
speed up his job of emptying the tellers trays.

"C'mon man," said tall man to his colleague, "the cops will be
here any minute.  Move it!"

"Yeah, yeah, you wanna give me a goddam hand here?" short man
said back to tall man.  Tall man went into the tellers cage to
try to help his friend stuff as much money as possible into his
bag.

Now beer belly was getting really angry.  He shouted to his
friends, "You got enough, move out NOW!"  As he spoke he was
watching out the window scanning the area for any police cars. 
He was sure he could hear sirens in the distance getting louder.

The other 2 men finally decided to heed their friend and began to
run out of the tellers cage.  The short man was carrying the
garbage bag full of money while the tall man was now holding 2
guns (his and short mans) on the crowd in the bank.  They were
all 3 running toward the door.  Beer belly decided to address the
crowd one more time, "OK folks, stay down and count to 100 before
anyone moves." With that, all 3 men ran out the door.

They were heading for their van thinking they were home free but,
there was definitely the sound of sirens in the air.  The moment
they hit the sidewalk, two blue and white police cars came
barreling around a corner toward them.  The quickly reversed
direction but was confronted by 3 more police cars heading toward
them from that direction.  At that moment, they had no choice but
to return to the bank.

After they reentered, beer belly shouted to the crowd who was
starting to get up, "OK folks, It's about to get a bit more
complicated.  Stay on the floor and follow our directions to the
letter and no one will get hurt."

"What are we going to do now?" asked tall man to Beer Belly.

"You're going to shut up and listen to everything I say, you
hear!" he answered.  Tall and short man nodded in compliance. 
"We can either wait here until they wear us down or we can make
our move now and get out of here." continued beer belly. 
"Everyone grab a hostage. Get females, they're easier to handle. 
We're going right out the door!"

The three men walked directly to group of customers, most of
which was starting to get up.  Beer belly roughly grabbed a thin
old woman who seemed to go into shock.  Tall man grabbed a chunky
middle aged woman with bleach blond hair.  Short man grabbed Jill
Roth.

All three woman began to vocally protest until the 3 men put
their guns right up to the three womens temples.  "C'mon." said
Beer Belly.  The six people moved hurriedly out the door.

At this point the police was just starting to settle in around in
a parameter around the bank.  They were not expecting a move so
quickly and wasn't quite prepared. A female officer spotted them
first and yelled, "They're out!"  The officer plus several of her
colleagues crouched behind their cars and drew their guns.

The policeman who was in charge shouted out, "Hold your fire! 
They have hostages!"  For a split moment everyone froze.

Then Beer Belly shouted to the police "WE DON'T WANNA HURT NO
ONE.  JUST LET US BE NOW, AND NO ONE WILL GET HURT!"  The group
started moving toward the van that was parked just outside the
perimeter.  No one fired at the group but the police kept their
guns trained on the men.  They opened the side door of the van. 
Beer belly got in first leaving his hostage on the sidewalk.  He
went directly do the drivers seat and began to start the van.

Tall man jumped in next also leaving his hostage on the sidewalk.
 "C'mon man," Tall man said to short man who still had his arm
around Jill Roth's waist, holding her tighly against his body and
pointing his gun against her temple.  Short man jumped into the
van too.  He did one thing differently, he dragged Jill along
with him. Once inside he slammed the door.

The moment the door was shut, Beer Belly hit the gas and sped
out.  He was a good 2 blocks away before the police could get in
their cars trying to pursue them. Tall Man spoke, "Hey man, why
did you bring the bitch!" Beer Belly heard the remark and glanced
over his shoulder and saw Jill in the van next to Short Man.

"Damn boy, what the fuck is wrong with you!" shouted Beer Belly.

"I dunno," said short man, "We might still need her, you know, in
case the cops catch up."  "Besides," he added, "I kind of like
her.  I think we had a special moment out there".  Disregarding
the gun, Jill gave the short man a dirty look.

"Damn," said Beer Belly, "You are a fucking idiot.  You better
hope the cops don't catch us, because you just added kidnapping
to our armed robbery charges.  We're probably going to have to
kill the bitch too."


     -- continues in Chapter Two here in this newsgroup --


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