Frigid Revenge: Day 4

Word Count: 24,645

Summary of Events:

Oakley was woken up by the fire alarm going off, an announcement informed him that it was a false alarm, proved by the firefighters not getting out when they showed up; he got suspicious when a sizeable horde of police showed up though. Charlie watched as a bomb squad showed up, not that she was sure why; she got scared and was grateful to accept Pierce's invitation to join him and King in their room, as opposed to being alone. Oakley joined everyone downstairs at the order of an announcement and everyone found out they were hostages of a lone man who'd rigged bombs to the doors and filled the elevator with nitroglycerin for reasons he wouldn't enlighten them to; before sending them back to their rooms, he demanded their cell phones, Oakley was the only one who held out against handing his over . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

"In a flash he levelled the gun again and fired. Oakley didn't dare duck, he knew he wouldn't have the time.

White hot pain tore across his temple and ear as the bullet grazed him. Oakley was certain he'd heard the sound of his flesh being peeled open. The blood ran warm down his cheek.

"You don't break easily," the man said. "My guess is that girl means something to you."

Oakley said nothing.

"You were hugging her earlier, after all," he said, his voice ominous. "What if I put the gun on her head?"

As much as Oakley knew Sabrina would probably be a basket case for as long as this endured, he couldn't let her be killed, but he refused to give in. He didn't want this to be a standoff. He wanted it to be a fight.

He drew his phone out of his pocket.

"Giving in are we?" he asked, his eyebrows raised.

"No," Oakley replied. He looked at his phone's screen and entered the passcode. He wasn't sure what he could do, or should do, but he was going to make a fight out of this. It was much higher chances he'd win if it were a fight.

"We're saying goodbye to our sobbing girlfriend?"

Oakley looked up to see that he had his gun levelled toward the crowd to Oakley's left, where Sabrina was likely standing.

He shut off his phone and whipped it at the man's head. It bounced off, prompting the man to recoil his hands in pain.

In the same instant Oakley surged for the desk and jumped to get over it.

His vault was clean, but when he landed he found himself with the semiautomatic Magnum's barrel centred over his heart, the man smiling menacingly at him, and his phone in the man's free hand.

"Thank you very much," he said, smiling. "Now get out of here or I'll kill you."

Oakley wanted to lunge for his phone, but considering that the gun was ready to fire, a finger already resting on the trigger, he knew it would really be pointless. It was just a phone, after all. He could get another one and get everything back off the Cloud.

"Don't think we're all cowards," Oakley warned. "Or that we'll all be put down easily."

"You seem to be speaking of yourself in the third person," he replied. "I have my doubts you'll find many allies."

"You never know," Oakley said, offering a cockeyed smile before shoving past the man and exiting out of the built-in opening to the check-in desk.

"Everyone back to your rooms until I give you the call for lunch!" he shouted. "And don't forget about the nitroglycerin in the elevator!"

Oakley didn't look back as he headed for the stairs. This was going to be a lot more mental fight than physical, unfortunately; worse yet, he was better at the latter."