Time to Remember
The hostage negotiator on the line tried to calm me down as I screamed at him, "Do you think I'm stupid???? You just moved it to the other side. I'm not playing games here. I do not want to see the van. I do not want to see anyone. I mean business!!!" The negotiator assured me he wasn't lying to me. He was in a room two blocks away and he only knew what he was being told. Ii yelled at him, "Move it now! Get it done!" and slammed the phone down. I have to admit it was a little hard to keep up the charade as the ladies in the break room were laughing. I don't know if it was because I was shocking in my vitriol and they were uncomfortable or if the more likely explanation was my bizarre accent was eliciting giggles. No matter, the show must go on!
John came back to tell me the van had finally been moved out of view. He had been making Kelly make several turns around the building with the hostages while I manned the phones and evidently at one point she had left herself vulnerable to possible sniper fire by letting her hostages take the lead by a few steps ahead of her. She escaped unscathed.
We were not the most savvy of terrorists.
My intermittent phone conversations continued- John coached me to play different emotions- calm and rational to angry- keeping them on their toes as to what the mood was. I still had no clear objective of what I wanted and the negotiator kept trying to get me to divulge my goals. He told me that he got me the Quran and asked if I would be willing to trade it for a hostage. being that it was Kelly's improvisational idea and not in my mission parameters, I had to keep deflecting the request. Thanks, Kelly! One good thing was that I got to slam the phone down cutting conversations short. Anytime I was at a loss for words, I would hang up on them. Sometimes I would do it because the conversation was coming to a standstill and I was fighting the urge to say , "Thanks for calling, have a nice day, talk to you later!" Damned phone ettiquitte!
John came back to inform me that there was a bomb detecting robot in plain sight behind the church so my next call should be hostile . I picked up the ringing phone and started screaming "What do you think you are doing??Yankee imperialists!(??? I am not sure were I was going with that, but it seemed like good thing to call them.) Why is there a bomb..." I scrambled for the right term, "THINGY?!?" Whoops. Probably not effective terror-speak. "Move it now!" The negotiator assured me he would and I slammed the phone down.
Brent (or Brett, not sure. My hearing impaired ears!) came in and told me to take a hostage and go into the ?work-out? room that was all glass walls and doors on either side. He told me to take her to one side , holding her closely in front of me and look out towards the west corner behind the Church for the bomb robot. Lo and behold, there it was, poking up behind some brush. Brent led me back to the phone where John coached me to threaten the lives of the hostages if they did not move it immediately. The negotiator swore that it was gone and I screamed, "I just saw it! You are lying! I am going to start killing hostages one by one until you move it!" Slam!
I guess they heeded my threat because soon after the robot was gone. My next call, I told him I was a reasonable man and that I would be releasing a hostage who was having medical issues. John told me I would lead her out and once I got a third of the way towards the parking lot I was to push her forward and head back in only to be greeted by my comrade in arms Kelly who was to argue with me and pull me back into the building. Easy-peasy.
The release goes off without a hitch and I start heading back towards the building. Kelly storms out, screaming at me and being the consummate in-character actress that she is, proceeds to haul back and smack the shit out of me! I swear it was as if my head was inside the liberty bell- the ringing in my ears was intense and my jaw ground into itself when her hand made contact. She dragged me back into the building where she quickly said, "Brent told me to do it!"
I know I was warned that I would be "man-handled" during this event, I just never dreamed it would be by my co-conspirator!!!
She took the next call and told the negotiator that I was no longer in control, she would now be doing the talking, and after a few minutes on the line with him with her saying nothing, she hung up.
Okay, I guess that's why I am the brains and she is the brawn.
To be continued ...
End part Three
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