Inside a Hypocritical Faker

Ashley

Me and my men stood there, with the suspect holding a now unconscious victim. The girl had blood running down her neck. The man had one arm wrapped around her body and the other arm holding up his gun. It seemed to be an Ak47. "Let the girl go," I called out to him once again. He smirked at me, "Ok." He let her go. Her body fell to the floor, with her head hitting and bouncing off the stone ground, leaving behind a sickening eco. I controlled my nerves, not flinching, or tightening my grip on the trigger. We had a clear shot for his heart. Our direct orders were, save the kids, and try to bring him out alive. He clearly wasn't a suicide shoot-ie and had a reason for this. "Put your weapon down," I ordered. The man smiled at me,"mmmm nope. See that's not fair, me with no gun and ya'll with, well what looks to be about, I wanna say," he pauses, counting the men and their guns, "10 guns." I wanted to laugh, to tell him how fucked up he was, but I knew better then that. We continued to hold our guns, loaded, at him. The man shrugged, "ok, FINE," and put his gun on the ground and kicked it away from him. We were about to move in when he reached in his pocket and pulled something out. I didn't have time to see what it was because he threw it on the ground, and gases were released. "Tear Gas!" one of my men yelled. We didn't expect that. I breathed it in, my lungs screaming, my throat burning, my eyes overflowing with tears trying to wash out the gas. I heard an evil laugh. "The name's Andy! Now if excuses me," he paused and made a grunting sound. He was more then likely picking up the girl, "I need to get going. This has been loads of fun." I dropped my weapon and ran after him. I couldn't see due to the gas, but I was not going to let that girl die. I couldn't. I couldn't lose another one.

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