Hostage

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Mandy received a first written script from her uncle, a theatre actor whose sight had been deteriorating for the past two years. She hadn't the slightest idea that she would be witnessing it became a reality the next following week.

Submitted: February 01, 2017

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“No, Ethan. I said, no.”

Mandy stopped when she was about to step into the living room. She had just come back from school when she heard Mom’s stern voice. Cautiously, she peered on the door and saw Mom having a row with her uncle.

Mandy contemplated to turn around and went to her room when she heard her name being spoken.

“Mandy needs it more than I do, Sarah.” Ethan replied.

“You’ve been waiting for this surgery, Ethan. I won’t allow you,” said Mom.

Mandy’s heart skipped a beat.

Surgery? What kind of disease does Uncle has that requires surgery?

Mandy’s focus went back to the living room when her uncle spoke.

“I know you won’t. That’s why I already paid for Mandy’s this semester school fee yesterday.” Ethan spoke again when Mom sighed desperately. “Look, Sarah, what I decided to do doesn’t come overnight. Even if the surgery succeeds, I highly doubt I’ll be able to chase after what I’ve been wanting to be in my whole life. I guess I should be happy with just being a local theatre actor.”

“Present perfect,” cut Mom. “You’re still wanting it, Ethan.”

“You misheard me. I said, had been wanting, not have been wanting.” Ethan corrected miserably.

“I’ll call him. Ask him to help.” said Mom. “You will have you money back and go through the surgery.”

“You’re being an idiot, Sarah.” Ethan scoffed.

“He has to help Mandy. She’s his daughter after all.” Mom replied.

“Who is?” Mandy stepped into the living room, earning a gasp from Mom and Ethan. She looked intently at Mom and turned to Ethan when she had no reply afterwards. “Uncle?”

“It’s your father,” said Mom, slumping in defeat.

“You told me father was dead when I was little,” said Mandy.

“I lied, Mandy,” said Mom.

“Why?” asked Mandy, jabbing a stare towards Mom.

Mom let out a cry before she finally was able to form an answer. “Because, he never wanted us.”

Ethan lunged forward and stumbled over a couch.

“Uncle?” said Mandy questioningly, before grabbing Ethan on his elbow and helping him stand upright.

“I’ve been losing my sight since two years ago, Mandy. Currently I only have 20% of it. At this rate, I could only make out blurred faces and I can’t use my peripheral vision at all,” explained Ethan.

“The surgery. It’s for your eyes,” said Mandy in a compassionate tone of voice, looking at her uncle’s eyes that seemed normal. Shen then quickly added. “I happened to listen earlier.”

“It was,” said Ethan.

There was a pause before Mandy finally turned to Mom.

“I’ll come along to meet him,” said Mandy.

 

===

 

“I told you this was a bad idea, Sarah.”

Ethan said angrily as he allowed himself to be led by Mandy by the elbow and walked out of one elite residence the following day.

Ethan spoke again.

“Are you alright, Mandy?” asked Ethan in a worried tone of voice.

“Yes, Uncle,” said Mandy in a low voice, knowing she wasn’t. The memory of how Zachary Thompson had called for a security before practically kicking all of them out to the pavement outside his house gave a tight feeling in her chest. She reluctantly added. “We’ll forget this ever happened.”

“You shouldn’t have come along, Mandy,” said Mom appologetically.

“And we shouldn’t have thought to ask for his help in the first place,” said Ethan with greeted teeth. He then added. “At least, it’s a relief he didn’t help us. I can’t stand having a thought of owing to that man.”

Mandy was still disturbed by the memories that she decided to visit her uncle after school at theatre. Fortunately, they just finished a performance. The theatre staffs were already familiar with her that they let her went to the backstage and searched for her uncle’s changing room.

Mandy stepped into Ethan’s peripheral vision and spoke when realizing her uncle couldn’t notice her.

“Hello, Uncle?”

Uncle Ethan turned away from a big mirror he was facing as wiping the residual make up from his face.

“Mandy?” said Ethan in surprise, narrowing his eyes towards his niece.

“Yeah, it’s me,” said Mandy, trying to sound cheerful.

“What are you doing here?” asked Ethan.

“I thought I gave you a visit,” said Mandy.

“And I thought I could use your help,” said Uncle Ethan. “Would you mind? I can’t tell if I still have the mascara and my make-up girl just gone.”

Mandy smiled fondly at her uncle before grabbing the make-up remover and the cotton facial cleanser from his hands.

“What role you were playing just then, Uncle?” asked Mandy, as she carefully wiped the black smear around his Uncle’s eyes.

“Lady Antoinette,” replied Ethan.

“That explains the mascara,” said Mandy. She then added. “By the way, how did you do it?”

“Did what?” asked Ethan.

“Knowing whom to speak whilst performing on stage. You said you can only make out blurred faces.”

Ethan chuckled then said. “Ribbons.”

“Ribbons?” Mandy repeated with a frown face.

“I asked my friends to put different colors of a ribbons on their costume. That way, I was able to differentiate which one was playing whom.”

“Brilliant.” Mandy muttered with an amazement look on her face.

There was a pause before Ethan spoke.

“I was planning to give you this tonight, but since you’re here…”

Ethan grabbed his sling bag and pulled out what seemed to be a bundle of papers.

“You’re writing scripts now, Uncle?” said Mandy in surprise, after reading the writer’s name on the cover.

“My first one to be honest. With this deteriorating sight, I know at some point I won’t be able to be a theatre actor anymore,” said Ethan, before he added. “I need your feedbacks about it.”

“I’m not sure an ordinary high school girl will be able to give any valuable insight to an experienced theatre actor with his first time written script, Uncle,” said Mandy humbly.

“For me it’s not just an ordinary high school girl, Mandy. It’s you,” said Ethan.

“Alright, Uncle. I’ll read it,” said Mandy, overwhelmed by the serious tone on her uncle’s voice.

“Will you be able to give your feedbacks tomorrow?” asked Ethan in a hopeful tone of voice. “It’s not a very long script. Just five pages.”

“Okay. Sure,” said Mandy.

“One more thing. I need you to do me a favor, Mandy,” said Ethan.

“Sure, what is it, Uncle?” asked Mandy, curious.

“I want you to take me to your father next week. I’d like to speak to him again,” said Ethan. He then quickly added. “Well, it’s not necessarily next week. Whenever you’re ready.”

“What is it that you want to speak to him about?” asked Mandy, feeling the familiar tight inside her chest she had the day before.

“About you. It’s really important that I speak to him,” said Ethan in a pleading tone of voice.

There was a pause before Mandy finally replied.

“Okay, Uncle,” said Mandy finally.

 

===

 

“You’re ready?”

Ethan gently patted Mandy on her shoulder. They were standing in front of Hartford Central Bank where Mandy’s father worked as a managing director.

“I am,” said Mandy nervously.

“Lead the way, Mandy,” said Ethan confidently.

Mandy took her uncle by his elbow and helped him walked up the stairs towards the building.

“I need to use the toilet,” said Ethan when they were already in the lobby.

“I’ll help you find it, Uncle,” said Mandy.

“You don’t need 100% sight to search for a toilet, Mandy,” said Ethan in a playful tone of voice.

Mandy chuckled. Somehow, the tense on her shoulder lessened.

“I’ll be waiting here, Uncle,” said Mandy.

“Sure you will,” said Uncle Ethan. He then added. “Where should I go?”

“To your left. Through that corridor,” said Mandy.

“Thanks, Mandy,” said Ethan, before cautiously walked towards the blurred corridor.

Mandy decided to sit on a wooden chair facing right in front of the toilet corridor, fumbling with the hem of her white blouse as she tried to ease her nervousness about the upcoming event. She looked at her watch for the third times before the sound of a gunshot echoed on the building walls.

“Everybody stay where you are and put your hands on the back of your head! Any movement and I’ll put a bullet on your head!”

When Mandy looked up, a man with beanie hat and a pair of square glasses was already pointing a gun towards her.

“You! Get up here!”

Mandy looked around, seemed terrified.

“Now!” The man shouted just before a gunshot echoed on the walls.

Mandy took a cautious step and when she was already an arm length, the man grabbed her upper arm and spun her around. He then embraced Mandy from behind using his left arm, gripping Mandy’s right shoulder with his left hand. The next moment he was already pointing a handgun on Mandy’s right temple using his right hand.

It took five minutes of tense moment before they heard the sound of police cars’ siren. Apparently, someone had managed to push an emergency button somewhere hidden under the desks. The next minute, the phone on the counter several feet away from them rang.

The man ignored it.

“Please take the phone. I need to communicate with the man holding hostage in the building.” Came a voice from a loudspeaker.

The man turned slowly to his left before pushing Mandy towards the phone on the counter with his body. They walked slowly and awkwardly towards the counter. When they finally stopped right in front of the phone, he reached out his left hand but immediately pulled it back.

“Take it and put it close to my ear.” The man ordered Mandy, apparently had changed his mind.

Mandy took the phone using her left hand before placing it on the man’s left ear.

“This is Inspector Ashton. I’ll be your negotiator.”

Being in such proximity, Mandy could clearly listen to what they were conversing through the phone line.

“Why do I need a negotiator?” asked the man, scoffing.

“To fulfill your request, Sir. Now, do you have a name? What would you prefer me to call you?”

There was a pause before the man finally opened his mouth to speak. “Call me Archie. I think I like that name.”

“Alright now, Mr. Archie. I don’t think you need that many hostages. Could you please let go the elderlies, women, and children?”

The man seemed to be contemplating before he spoke.

“I’ll let go of them only with one condition,” said the man. “Get me Lucinda.”

“Lucinda? Could you be more specific, Mr. Archie?”

“Lucinda Thompson. The wife of Zachary Thompson.”

“Lucinda Thompson is the wife of the managing director of the bank in which you’re currently taking hostage of.”

“I know. That’s why I’m here. I need to tell her something important.”

“What do you need to tell her?”

A voice from whom Mandy was too well to recognize, spoke. The man turned slowly towards the voice on his right.

“Well good day to you too, Mr. Zachary Thompson.” The man said with a mocking tone of voice, apparently unaware that the phone conversation was still on.

“Mr. Archie, Mrs. Lucinda Thompson is on her way. I need you to let the elderlies, the women, and the children make a line towards the door where we could see them.”

There was a pause before the man finally ordered the elderlies and the women to start making a line towards the door.

“Hands of the door knob until I see Lucinda Thompson!” The man suddenly shouted without so much looking at the people lining towards the front door, ignoring the phone which was still tightly gripped by Mandy close to his ear. “I can see your hand from my peripheral vision. Another attempt and you won’t be able to come out from this building alive.”

“What is it that you want to tell my wife about?” asked Zachary afterwards.

“I thought I made it clear that it’s your wife I want to talk to. You’re only here to listen to what I want to say to her.” The man replied.

“Mr. Archie, are you currently speaking to Mr. Thompson?”

The man huffed a breath. “Yeah, so what?”

“Can you please pass the phone to Mr. Thompson?

“What for?”

“I need to make sure he’s alright.”

“He is, now where is Lucinda?” asked the man impatiently.

“She’ll be here in five minutes, Mr. Archie.”

“Fine. I’ll be waiting for your call five minutes later. I’m not responsible for what may happen if you’re late.” The man said before he spoke to Mandy. “Hang up the phone.”

Five minutes went by before the phone rang again. Mandy took the phone with trembling hand and put it close to the man’s ear.

“Mr. Archie, we have Mrs. Lucinda Thompson with us. I’ll put her on the phone for you.”

“Hello…”

“Lucinda…” The man spoke after clearing his throat, turning towards the glass window. He seemed to be studying the woman before he spoke. “Finally I get to hear your lovely voice. That diamond ring looks nice on you.”

“Who are you? What do you want with me?”

“My name is Ethan Williams.” The man replied.

“No. It’s not his real name. He’s lying.” Mandy blurted out, shaking her head. “I came here with my uncle. He’s here in this building.”

“You’re lying. Ethan Williams is not your uncle. Ergo, he’s not here. Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

Mandy grimaced when the man pressed the gun to her temple.

“I’m not letting you make my uncle a suspect. I don’t know how you got his name. Besides, he can’t see from his peripheral vision and he only has 20% sight. Hartford hospital can confirm that. Just then you noticed a ring on the woman’s hand in twenty distance feet and your peripheral vision works perfectly.”

There was silence before the man replied.

“It’s a shame I happened to choose you. I really like your uncle’s name. As for it, I got it from the guest book.” The man laughed and he was the only one doing so in the tense moment.

“Who are you, really?” asked Zachary, after a pause.

Mandy ducked her head when the man shot the fire to the ceiling.

“From now on, you can only speak when I let you to, Zachary,” said the man. He then carried on. “Now, where were we? Oh yeah, Lucinda.” The man jabbed Mandy’s shoulder, making her hiss. “Put the phone on loudspeaker. I want Lucinda and everyone in this building listen carefully.”

Mandy did as what was told using her free hand.

“Lucinda, your husband will confess what he did seven months ago.” The man then turned to Zachary and spoke. “Now you’re allowed to speak.”

“What’s there to confess?” asked Zachary, sounded careful.

“You impregnated a girl then left her.”

Zachary squared her shoulder. “Who are you working for? I know being in my positions earns a lot of envy people but I’m not letting myself manipulated like this.”

“I’m not manipulating you. I’m making you confess and you’ll confess it to your wife.”

“Look, whomever this woman and whatever your relationship with her, she clearly had filled out wrong information about the man who impregnated her.”

“This girl was my daughter. She died of bleeding when trying to abort her child without me knowing. The last thing she said before I was too late to save her life was this: Zachary Thompson. Hartford Central Bank.”

Zachary scoffed.

“Your daughter wasn’t the only one, Mr. Archie,” said Mandy with a shaky voice.

Mandy felt the man shifted his gaze towards her as did Zachary a moment after she spoke. She sucked a breath before opening her mouth again to speak. “There was also my mother.”

“This girl is lying,” said Zachary.

“I’m not lying. We came to your house last week…”

“I didn’t recall receiving anyone last week other than the board of directors,” cut Zachary.

“You kicked us out of your house without so much looking at me, your daughter!” Mandy already shouted desperately.

“What do you think, Lucinda? This girl sounded convincing to me,” said the man afterwards.

“Darling, please. We’re not letting this man manipulate us,” said Zachary. “This girl is not my daughter.”

“I am his daughter! I am your daughter!” Mandy shouted desperately at Zachary. She was crying again.

There was a long tense moment before Inspector Ashton spoke through the phone loudspeaker.

“Mr. Archie, what is it that you want? I’m sure we can negotiate this.”

“I want this guy to confess what he’s done to my daughter and to this girl’s mother. I want his wife and his family to know what a horrible man he is!” The man’s voice echoed on the walls.

Zachary scoffed. “What’s there to confess? Even if you kill that girl I won’t be confessing anything. If she dies, it will be entirely your fault. Not mine.”

The man sucked a breath. Mandy looked at Zachary with utter disappointment.

“Confess now, or I’ll kill your daughter,” said the man with a hatred voice.

There was a pause before the man spoke again.

“I’m counting down from three…”

“No don’t. Please don’t do that.” Mandy begged.

But the man didn’t listen. He started counting down.

“Three…”

Mandy could only make muffled sound when the man covered her mouth.

“Two…”

Mandy wriggled desperately from the man’s tight grasp.

“One!”

 

===

 

An hour earlier.

Ethan sucked a breath as he fixed his beanie hat and his square glasses. He got out of one toilet cubicle. He could only make of blurred faces of people he passed by. Nonetheless, when he noticed a red spot from what appeared to be a woman’s blouse, he took out a gun from his inside pocket jacket and shot a fire to the ceiling.

“Everybody stay where you are! Any movement and I’ll put a bullet on your head!” He shouted with a tone of voice which was not very him, before pointing the gun towards the red spot. “You! Get up here! Now!” He shouted again, and for a dramatic effect he shot another fire to the ceiling.

The red spot got nearer and when he could make out a hand, he grabbed it and spun the woman around. He pulled the woman until her back was fully pressed with his chest.

“That gun looks real, Uncle.” Mandy whispered nervously before holding both her hands on Ethan’s lower arm.

“It’s because it’s real.” Ethan whispered back.

“What?” Mandy whispered in shock.

“It would be suspicious if I never shot a fire, Mandy.” Ethan reasoned in his whisper. “You don’t have to worry. I’m not putting my finger on the trigger whilst aiming the gun at you.”

“Was it supposed to be comforting me, Uncle?” Mandy whispered with a sarcasm tone in her voice.

“I hope so.” Ethan whispered back.

“Where did you get the gun?” Before Ethan could reply, Mandy was already whispering. “Don’t tell me you stole it from granddad.”

“My ex-soldier father is already dead, Mandy. So basically, I inherited this gun.” Ethan whispered back. He then added. “All right then. As rehearsed, right squeeze to turn right and left squeeze to turn left.”

“Second squeeze to stop.” Mandy continued in her whisper.

As expected, they heard a sound of police cars’ siren afterwards, followed by the ringing sound from a phone on the counter.

“What’s that sound?” asked Ethan in his whisper.

Mandy dared a glance to look around before she added. “It’s a telephone.”

The next minute, came a voice from a loudspeaker outside the building.

“Please take the phone. I need to communicate with the man holding hostage in the building.”

"We need to take the phone, Uncle." Mandy whispered.

"Lead the way, Mandy." Ethan whispered back.

Mandy squeezed her uncle’s lower arm using his left hand. Ethan carefully turned left and stop when he felt the second squeeze.

“Five steps forward, Uncle,” whispered Mandy.

They walked slowly and awkwardly towards the counter.

“You’ll take the phone. I need your hands on mine to steer me.” Ethan whispered when he reached out his left hand to take the blurred phone handle.

Ethan placed back his left hand on Mandy’s shoulder before setting up his voice in a different tone and volume of voice, intending for others surround them to hear. “Take it and put it close to my ear.”

The next seconds, he felt something pressed to his left ear followed by a voice over the phone.

“This is Inspector Ashton. I’ll be your negotiator.”

“Why do I need a negotiator?” asked Ethan, scoffing.

“To fulfill your request, Sir. Now, do you have a name? What would you prefer me to call you?”

Ethan forced himself to think.

“Call me Archie. I think I like that name,” said Ethan, more dramatic than he intended to.

“Alright now, Mr. Archie. I don’t think you need that many hostages. Could you please let go the elderlies, women, and children?”

“What do you think, Mandy?” asked Ethan, whispering.

“Less people will be a benefit, Uncle. We don’t know when someone started to get suspicious at us,” Mandy reasoned in her whisper.

“Quite right.” Ethan whispered back before setting his voice in a clear and a totally different tone of voice. “I’ll let go of them only with one condition. Get me Lucinda.”

“Lucinda? Could you be more specific, Mr. Archie?”

“Lucinda Thompson. The wife of Zachary Thompson.”

“Lucinda Thompson is the wife of the managing director of the bank in which you’re currently taking hostage of.”

“I know. That’s why I’m here. I need to tell her something important.”

“What do you need to tell her?” Came a voice from his left.

“That’s him, Uncle. That’s father,” whispered Mandy, before squeezing Ethan’s lower arm with her right hand and squeezed again two seconds later.

“Well good day to you too, Mr. Zachary Thompson.” Ethan said with a mocking tone of voice at a blurred face.

Just then he heard a voice over the phone.

“Mr. Archie, Mrs. Lucinda Thompson is on her way. I need you to let the elderlies, the women, and the children make a line towards the door where we could see them.”

Ethan then ordered the said people to start making a line towards the door.

“The woman on the front row is trying to touch the door knob, Uncle.” Mandy whispered suddenly.

“Hands of the door knob until I see Lucinda Thompson! I can see your hand from my peripheral vision. Another attempt and you won’t be able to come out from this building alive.” Ethan added as he shouted, knowing it was totally a lie.

“What is it that you want to tell my wife about?” asked the voice of Mandy’s father.

“I thought I made it clear that it’s your wife I want to talk to. You’re only here to listen to what I want to say to her.” Ethan replied.

Just then he heard a voice over the phone.

“Mr. Archie, are you currently speaking to Mr. Thompson?”

Ethan pretended to huff. “Yeah, so what?”

“Can you please pass the phone to Mr. Thompson?

“What for?”

“I need to make sure he’s alright.”

“He is, now where is Lucinda?” Ethan asked, pretending to be impatient.

“She’ll be here in five minutes, Mr. Archie.”

“Fine. I’ll be waiting for your call five minutes later. I’m not responsible for what may happen if you’re late,” said Ethan before ordering Mandy to hand up the phone.

“There’s no such line in the script.” Mandy whispered in a puzzled tone of voice.

“It’s called improvising, Mandy dear. It won’t hurt to put a bit of a drama into our performance.” Ethan whispered back. He then added. “Stop fidgeting, Mandy. Stand still.”

“This stiletto is killing me, Uncle. Why am I wearing these in the first place?” Mandy whispered back.

“That’s called totality in acting.” Ethan replied in his whisper. “Besides, I need my half face covered since you’re not very tall.”

Mandy shifted uncomfortably.

“Believe me, Mandy. The stiletto is much better than Lady Antoinette corset.” Ethan whispered back just before the phone rang again.

Mandy took it with fake trembling hand and put it close to his ear.

“Mr. Archie, we have Mrs. Lucinda Thompson with us. I’ll put her on the phone for you.”

“Hello…”

“Lucinda,” said Ethan dramatically.

“She has a diamond ring, Uncle,” whispered Mandy suddenly, covering the phone handle with her other hand.

“So?” Ethan whispered back.

“Just in case you’d like to improvise?” whispered Mandy suggestively.

“Great idea,” Ethan whispered back. Mandy uncover the phone handle before Ethan set his voice to a totally different tone. “Finally I get to hear your lovely voice. That diamond ring looks nice on you.”

“Who are you? What do you want with me?”

“My name is Ethan Williams.” Ethan replied.

Ethan gave a squeeze to Mandy’s shoulder, a sign when she was to speak her lines.

“No. It’s not his real name. He’s lying,” said Mandy, shaking her head. “I came here with my uncle. He’s here in this building.”

“You’re lying. Ethan Williams is not your uncle. Ergo, he’s not here. Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Ethan reluctantly pressed the gun to his niece’s temple then squeezed her shoulder. Amanda did a fake grimace.

“I’m not letting you make my uncle a suspect. I don’t know how you got his name,” said Mandy in a clear voice. “Besides, he can’t see from his peripheral vision and he only has 20% sight. Hartford hospital can confirm that. Just then you noticed a ring on the woman’s hand in twenty distance feet and your peripheral vision works perfectly.”

“Very good improvisation, Mandy. I think you have a chance to be an actress.” Ethan whispered.

Mandy smirked proudly and Ethan spoke with a much higher and clearer voice.

“It’s a shame I happened to choose you. I really like your uncle’s name. As for it, I got it from the guest book,” said Ethan. He then laughed in a way he thought would sound like a villain kind of laugh.

“Who are you, really?” asked the voice of Mandy’s father.

Ethan shot a fire to the ceiling, and Mandy had to duck her head caused by the deafening sound.

“Another bit for drama, Uncle?” whispered Mandy in annoyance.

“Can’t help it, Mandy. Besides, I hate him for talking,” Ethan whispered back with a smirk, before he replied to Mandy’s father. “From now on, you can only speak when I let you to, Zachary. Now, where were we? Oh yeah, Lucinda.” Ethan turned to Mandy and jabbed her shoulder. “Put the phone on loudspeaker. I want Lucinda and everyone in this building listen carefully.” He then added with a whisper. “Sorry, Mandy. I got a bit carried away.”

“No problem, Uncle. If anything, it only made it better.” Mandy whispered back before putting the phone on loudspeaker.

“Lucinda, your husband will confess what he did seven months ago,” said Ethan before whispering to Mandy. “Help me face Zachary again, Mandy.”

Mandy squeezed Ethan’s lower arm with her left hand and squeezed again three seconds afterwards.

“Now, you’re allowed to speak,” said Ethan to a blurred face in front of him.

“What’s there to confess?” asked Mandy’s father.

“You impregnated a girl then left her,” said Ethan with a hatred voice.

“Who are you working for? I know being in my positions earns a lot of envy people but I’m not letting myself manipulated like this.”

“I’m not manipulating you. I’m making you confess and you’ll confess it to your wife.”

Ethan could feel Mandy’s shaky breath. He circled his thumb over her shoulder, trying to calm her.

“Look, whomever this woman and whatever your relationship with her, she clearly had filled out wrong information about the man who impregnated her.”

“This girl was my daughter. She died of bleeding when trying to abort her child without me knowing. The last thing she said before I was too late to save her life was this: Zachary Thompson. Hartford Central Bank.”

Mandy’s father scoffed. Ethan gave a squeeze to Mandy’s shoulder, a sign for her to speak her lines.

“Your daughter wasn’t the only one, Mr. Archie,” said Mandy.

The way Mandy said it, it was as if she wasn’t acting. Ethan felt poorly for his niece. However, he squeezed her shoulder again.

“There was also my mother.” Mandy continued.

“This girl is lying,” said Mandy’s father.

“I’m not lying. We came to your house last week…”

“I didn’t recall receiving anyone last week other than the board of directors,” cut Mandy’s father.

“Mandy…” Ethan reprimanded in his whisper. There was no such line in the script and the way Mandy was now crying desperately, he was sure it wasn’t an improvisation. Ethan quickly soothed her niece. “I know it’s hard for you but you need to calm down, Mandy.”

“You kicked us out of your house without so much looking at me, your daughter!” Mandy already shouted desperately before Ethan could protest in his whisper.

“What do you think, Lucinda? This girl sounded convincing to me,” said Ethan immediately, trying to control the situation.

“Darling, please. We’re not letting this man manipulate us,” said Mandy’s father. “This girl is not my daughter.”

“I am his daughter! I am your daughter!” Mandy’s shouted desperately.

“Mandy, your reckless acts may blow up our cover!” Ethan whispered desperately.  He then added. “From now on, you won’t be saying any word. Is that clear, Mandy?”

Just then Inspector Ashton spoke through the phone loudspeaker.

“Mr. Archie. What is it that you want? I’m sure we can negotiate this.”

“I want this guy to confess what he’s done to my daughter and to this girl’s mother. I want his wife to know what a horrible man he is!” Ethan’s voice was so determined it echoed on the walls.

Mandy’s father scoffed. “What’s there to confess? Even if you kill that girl I won’t be confessing anything. If she dies, it will be entirely your fault. Not mine.”

Ethan sucked a breath.

“Confess now, or I’ll kill your daughter,” said Ethan with a hatred voice. He then added with a whisper voice, still in a hatred tone of voice. “I swear I’ll kill him, Mandy.”

“Uncle, no. We’ll take this as it is. We’ll forget this ever happened. Let’s go back to the toilet…” Mandy whispered nervously.

“What he said earlier, it’s unacceptable and unforgivable,” Ethan whispered shakily.

“If you kill him, you’ll go to jail, Uncle.” Mandy whispered desperately.

“I prefer going there than letting this bastard alive.” Ethan whispered back, before he set up his voice in a different tone and higher volume of voice. “I’m counting down from three…”

“No, don’t. Please don’t do that.” Mandy begged, unaware this she was no longer whispering.

“Three…”

“Unc…” Mandy could only make muffled sound when Ethan quickly covered her mouth

“Two…”

Mandy wriggled desperately from Ethan’s tight grasp.

“One!”

“Mr. Archie, stop! I already knew what he did to this girl’s mother.”

Ethan was about to move the gun away from Mandy’s temple when he heard someone spoke through the phone’s speaker.

“You what?” asked Ethan and Mandy’s father in surprise.

“The girl is Mandy Williams. Her mother is Sarah Williams. I can tolerate and understand my husband denying the girl as his daughter considering the position he is holding as managing director in Hartford Central Bank and my position in the government, but letting the girl to die like that has proved what a horrible man he actually is and how guilty I would’ve been if I were not to speak up.”

There was a pause before Lucinda spoke again.

“As for your daughter, I honestly didn’t know."

“Mr. Archie, you already get what you want. Now please, let go of the girl.” Came Inspector Ashton's voice.

It took a while before Ethan’s heart beating went back to normal.

“Quite right. I already got what I want,” said Ethan in a clear voice, before whispering. “I think it’s time for escape, Mandy.”

Mandy gave a small nod before letting herself being slowly dragged into the man’s toilet.

 

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“We have five minutes, Mandy.”

Ethan quickly shrugged off his jacket and handed it to Mandy along with the gun. He then lifted Mandy on her thighs from behind so that Mandy could throw the things out of the window glass above her. Mandy took out wet wipes from her purse and wiped it on Ethan’s face, revealing a much paler skin in less than a minute. For the beanie hat and the square glasses, she stuffed them into her purse.

“Now, the final performance.” Ethan said before letting himself steered by Mandy towards one of the cubicle and closed the door.

Mandy quickly lay on the floor and closed her eyes, just before the toilet door burst open. She opened her eyes when she felt someone touched her shoulder.

“Are you alright?” Mandy found Inspector Ashton threw a worried look at her. Two other police officers came burst

“He knocked me out,” said Mandy with a hoarse voice.

Just then, a cubicle door got opened. Ethan got out of the cubicle and earned a tight grip from both two officers on his elbows.

“That’s fine. He’s my uncle,” said Mandy quickly, when Inspector Ashton pulled out his gun.

“Mandy?” said Uncle Ethan, sounding surprised before stumbling towards Mandy. “I thought you were let out with other hostages. I heard him letting go of the elderlies, women, and children.”

“I was taken hostage, Uncle. He was pointing a gun at me,” said Mandy, throwing herself into Ethan’s embrace and made a fake trembling cry.

The next second, Inspector Ashton’s handy talky voiced.

“The suspect escaped through the window toilet, Sir. We found the jacket and the gun.”

“I heard gunshot before I realized someone had taken hostages. I decided to hide here in the toilet,” said Ethan, before turning his gaze towards Mandy who was still burying her face on his chest. “I hadn’t the slightest idea he was taking you as hostage. I thought you were already safe outside.”

Mandy smirked at how brilliant her uncle just improvised.

Just then Inspector Ashton cleared her throat.

“Well, then. Seeing you both are now okay, I think I’ll go check for other ex-hostages.”

“Thank you, officer,” said Ethan.

Mandy peeled herself from Ethan when Inspector Ashton had walked out of the toilet.

“Now, it’s time to give a bow, Mandy,” said Ethan.

“To who, Uncle?” asked Mandy, puzzled.

“To ourselves, of course,” said Ethan, giving a playful smile.

Mandy chuckled when Ethan took her hand and together they bowed down at their respective reflections on the mirror.

 

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THE END


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