Agent James, Agent Drake, and Agent Martinez were all in a panic and the three FBI agents had their guns drawn on the terrorist. The gunman held Agent Vernon’s body in front of him like a shield while using his handcuffs to strangle the young man at the same time.
“Let him go, man!” Agent James shouted at the gunman while aiming his 9mm Glock handgun at the killer. He watched as the gunman lifted Agent Vernon off his feet, lynching the young man using his handcuffs.
“I’m gonna teach you how to do the Rumba?” The gunman whispered in Agent Vernon’s ear while getting excited over listening to the young man release strangling coughs.
Agent Vernon tried to free his neck from the steel handcuffs. The young man saw his life flashing before his eyes as he felt the handcuffs tightening around his neck. Vernon’s six-foot-one, two-hundred-pound frame was being lifted from the floor easily by the gunman.
The handcuffs cut into Agent Vernon’s neck. All kinds of th
Rashonda Carlyle tried to stay calm while looking at the explosive device on her three-year-old baby’s ankle. The African-American twenty-two-year-old mother already had to deal with losing her fiance in a drive-by shooting. The drive-by shooter also shot Rashonda’s three-year-old son, Jamal, in his leg. The toddler was on his toy bike on the sidewalk when the shooting occurred. Rashonda didn’t know why someone would shoot at her fiance and his friends while they were sitting on the front porch of her home. Rashonda’s fiance had no gang affiliations, yet someone came up and shot him for no reason. She suspected that her fiance’s guy friends had some affiliations that her fiance didn’t know about. Rashonda couldn’t sleep. She sat next to the hospital bed with her hand constantly reaching over and touching her baby’s wounded leg. Things got worse for Rashonda when she stepped out of the hospital room’s bathroom to see a tall, bulky man in a nurse’s uniform strapping a
“Were you happy to see your husband? I kept him alive so you could see him again.” Irena aimed her revolver at Amy’s throat. “You’re a bitch.” Amy gave Irena a piece of her mind. Her seething hatred for Irena consumed her fear of being shot. “Don’t be mad. I’m only trying to help you. Remember, we’re the same, so we can’t be enemies.” Irena snickered. She looked Amy up and down, almost in admiration. “We’re not the same! I’m nothing like you, bitch!” Amy had been waiting to call Irena a bitch, and the word rolled off of her tongue a few times like butter. “You’re a bitch just like me.” Irena’s piercing eyes emphasized what she said. “Look at what you did to my men when you were in the hospital. You killed a few of my men. That’s a bitchy move. You’re just like me. Your problem is that you can’t accept it.” The admiring gaze Irena gave Amy melted into a look of disdain. Princess Death Row flirted with the thought of shooting Amy in her head, but she pl
The Weeknd’s Blinding Lights vibrated through Rashonda’s phone. Rashonda almost jumped out of her beautiful, flawless skin when she heard her phone’s explosive ringtone. The young mother and Agent Malloy looked around at each other in relief after realizing that it was only a ringing phone. Rashonda looked back at her purse where her phone was inside, ringing its electronic head off. She loved the old pop classics, but hearing The Weeknd while carrying her baby to the bathroom with a bomb strapped to his ankle was not a good time. Rashonda breathed a sigh of relief when she made it to the bathroom with her son. She carefully set her baby down on the toilet seat after raising his hospital gown. “Can we have some privacy, please?” Rashonda fussed at Agent Malloy while giving the man a stare that said, please go away, white man. Agent Malloy understood the mother’s stare, and he immediately stepped out of the bathroom while gently closing the door behind him. Wh
“It’s been one minute,” Irena announced coldly to Amy while holding the nose of her revolver to the back of Bryan’s head. Irena’s threatening gesture stunned Bryan. “I’m sorry, baby. But if your wife doesn’t comply, then I’ll have to shoot you in the head.” Irena leaned down and whispered in Bryan’s ear while keeping the nose of her pistol firmly pressed against the back of his neck. “Please don’t hurt my daddy!” Omar shouted at Irena. Amy took her lips away from her son’s forehead. She turned to see Irena giving her a psychotic smirk while holding her gun to the back of her husband’s head. “It’s been one minute,” Irena repeated. She gestured with her eyes, telling Amy to hand her son back over to 2Pac or else. The crime lord made another threatening gesture by gliding in front of Amy’s husband and pointing her revolver down at his lips. “What are you doing?” Amy asked, staring at Irena with distraught disbelief in her eyes. Irena’s smirk vani
Agent Jane watched as Rashonda started rocking back and forth on the bed while caressing her son’s arm. The FBI agent came and sat beside Rashonda on the bed while smiling at three-year-old Jamal. Jamal studied the wrinkles on the face of this white woman sitting next to his mother. Rashonda kept her attention on her baby and she kissed Jamal’s fingers. The young mother felt the tension in her body dissolving a little. She watched as her son used his small fingers to draw across his mother’s shoulder. “I wanna kill that man for what he did to my baby,” Rashonda said softly to Agent Jane. She never looked at Agent Jane when she spoke to her. Agent Jane licked her lips. “I wanna kill him too,” she said, joining Rashonda in her anger. She reached over and touched Jamal’s hand, which was reaching out to her. “I have a son and he’s grown now. But I know that if somebody tried to harm him, I would move heaven and hell to bash their f*cking skull in.” Rashon
At first, the young FBI agent saw himself being strangled to death, but he became relieved when he felt The Gunman’s arm easing off of his throat and releasing the pressure. The tranquilizer drug was a fast-acting drug, but it didn’t move fast enough. Agent Martinez stepped in and she saved Agent Vernon from getting his throat crushed. The woman whacked the gunman across the back of his skull, using the handle of her gun. She had to swing her gun upward to knock the towering gunman out. Agent Vernon took a deep, much-needed breath while grabbing his throat and watching as the gunman slumped down to the floor. Agent Martinez slowly lowered her gun after watching the gunman drop to the floor. The woman looked up at Agent Vernon while giving the young man a look filled with motherly concern. Agent Vernon was looking back at Agent Martinez with a new appreciation of his life. “Are you okay, sweetie?” Agent Martinez caressed Agent Vernon’s shoulders. She watched a
The young man could see that his supervisor wanted to cry. “You know we can’t kill him. I wanted to kill him when he attacked me, but I knew I couldn’t.” Agent Vernon cut his eyes down at the gunman for a second. “He’s a crazy motherf*cker, I know that. When he attacked me, he kept whispering in my ear, telling me how he was gonna teach me how to tango and crazy sh*t like that.” Agent Jane shook her head while looking back up at Agent Vernon. “I just wished we could have stopped him before he put the bomb on that baby’s leg.” Agent Jane pointed down at the gunman. She put her hand up to her head, and she felt the slight essence of a migraine settling in. “You think Agent Cho is gonna be able to shut off the bomb?” Agent Vernon asked his question with doubts in his mind. “I know that Agent Cho will turn off that bomb.” Agent Jane felt hope come over her after she said that. “Even though she’s pregnant, and she’s putting her body under tr
Amy screamed at herself after fumbling and dropping the car keys near the brake pedal. She reached down between her legs, snatching up the car keys. This time, Amy kept a good grip on the keys, inserting them into the ignition and turning the switch. The Camaro’s engine roared. Amy fastened her seatbelt, and she told her husband to do the same. She shifted the muscle car into drive before punching her foot down on the accelerator. The Camaro ZL1’s engine let out a wrathful roar when it took off like a machine that the Devil possessed. When Amy brought her foot down on the accelerator, she could hear the Camaro’s back tires screaming and burning the pavement. A cloud of white smoke ascended from beneath the muscle car’s rear axles when it took off toward the factory’s exit. “Hold on!” Amy told her husband. She shifted the muscle car’s gears before gripping the steering wheel with both hands and swerving through an empty parking lot. The Camaro went airborne a
Amy didn’t realize that she was moving her high heel sandals closer to the door. Her feet made subtle movements and every time she’d take a deep breath, her feet would slide closer to the exit. “I created an evil drug lord, masking herself as a CEO. Irena Jenkins was my creation. Did you like her name, Princess Death Row? I thought it would be clever to give you an evil twin who was a drug dealer. I also created monsters inside the game like the albino shape-shifting people who I called the Orexecons and the Boneseeker Men.” The gunman paused for a second, admiring his words again, and waiting for the time to seize his moment. Amy’s back was close to the door. She had both of her hands guarding her baby bump. Something was wrong, and Amy could sense it. “I put myself in the game. Did you know that?” The gunman raised his eyebrows while smirking. “My character inside the game was a transgender hitman who had a female personality named Ch
The gunman awoke from his trance when the hospital room’s door opened. His dead eyes brightened when he saw Amy step into the room, with Agent Jane and Agent Vernon behind her. “I knew you’d win the game! My God, you’re so beautiful! I wish I could make you my wife!” The gunman spoke to Amy with a twisted zeal in his deep voice. His lustful eyes scanned the pregnant mother’s body from head to toe. Amy didn’t speak to the gunman. She stood at a safe distance from him while protectively keeping her hands over her belly. When Amy walked into the room, her inner voice told her it was a bad idea. The ignited flame grew brighter when Amy looked around and saw Agent Drake and Agent James. She placed her hand over her mouth after walking up to Agent James and seeing the damage to his face. “I know it looks bad, but I’ll be fine.” Agent James told Amy. He watched as she gazed up at him with a burning concern in her eyes. Amy bit her bottom lip a
Amy approached Jamal and his mom. Rashonda was sitting on the hospital bed, holding her three-year-old son in her lap. The young woman slowly lifted her watery eyes to see Amy standing in front of her. “Hi, I’m that pregnant lady who everybody keeps telling you about,” Amy told Rashonda through a suppressed giggle. She stood still in front of Rashonda, wanting to embrace the mother. Amy watched as Rashonda’s eyes brightened and she almost fell over when Rashonda leaped up from the bed and hugged her. “Thank you,” Rashonda whispered to Amy through her tears. She wanted to hug Amy tighter, but she couldn’t do that with her son in her arms. “He’s beautiful,” Amy said, resting her gaze on Jamal, who was looking back up at her through his angelic, curious eyes. “Hi, beautiful.” Amy cooed at the little boy when he smiled up at her. “Hi.” Jamal waved his little hand at Amy with his other hand stuck in his mouth. “I saw you earl
FBI Agent Hernandez tried to wake Amy when he heard loud beeping emitting from the virtual reality goggles on her face. The agent jumped back, and he almost fell on his butt when Amy leaped forward suddenly. The young man tried to calm Amy down when she swung her fists at him and started screaming. Agent Hernandez grabbed Amy, keeping her in a tight embrace with one arm while ripping off her VR goggles. Agent Hernandez wasn’t the only one inside the hospital room. There were four nurses inside the room, surrounding Amy. Amy struck one nurse in her face when she tried to grab her. She stood inside a laser square that was right next to her hospital bed. The red laser square was a proximity indicator for the video game, and no one could step inside the proximity indicator while Amy played the game. Amy wore a flesh-colored ventilated haptic feedback suit beneath her low-cut denim dress. The skin-tight suit didn’t feel uncomfortable beneath Amy’s d
Amy felt confident that she and Omar would make it out of the armored truck alive. There was a quiet moment inside the armored truck. Amy smiled when Omar kissed her on the tip of her chin. She kissed her child back on his nose and she wanted to keep gazing down into Omar’s eyes, but she had to keep her eyes on the road. She activated the armored truck’s horn when she saw another car getting ready to pull in front of her. Luckily, the motorist heard the truck’s horn, and they stayed in their lane. “Hey mama, are we gonna make it out of the truck in time before the bomb detonates?” Omar asked with a slight essence of worry in his voice. “I think everything is going to be okay. I know this sounds crazy, but your mommy feels exhilarated. She’s gonna protect you, even if the bomb detonates while we’re still in here.” Amy spoke to her son with a strong faith in her words. She knew protecting her child from an explosion would be impossible. But Amy b
2Pac kissed Amy all over her neck and down her chest. He had his hands massaging her hips and her slender waist. Amy didn’t know that the reason the cyborg showed an attraction toward her is that she looked identical to his master, Irena. Irena programmed 2Pac to show affection toward his creator. In 2Pac’s mind, since Amy looked like Irena, his cyber neuro inputs told him he was making love to his master. Amy became thunderstruck when 2pac slid his chrome silver lips down near her cleavage. She was lost, but she continued to play along with 2Pac and she stroked her fingers across the mechanical man’s smooth, metallic bald head. Amy feared 2Pac would undress her in front of her child. She had to stop him. While caressing 2Pac’s head, Amy looked over at her son, who sat on the floor with confusion in his little bright eyes. Omar was scared for his mom. He wanted to help her. The little boy was smart and he could see what 2Pac was doing to his mo
Amy stopped shooting up at 2Pac when she could see that her bullets were useless. It diminished her hope to see bullets ricocheting off of 2Pac’s neck and chest. Frustrated, Amy leaped from the floor, using the handle of her gun to strike 2Pac in the face. She struck the metal man a few times in his forehead and jaw, not even making a dent in his hyper-alloy skin. Instead of knocking 2Pac off his feet, 2Pac grabbed Amy by her throat, knocking her to the ground instead. Amy had to deal with the fact that she wasn’t fighting a man who was human. Punching and kicking on 2Pac felt like hitting on an army tank with arms and legs. Amy had to fight past the throbbing sensation in her hands and feet. She had to fight past the pain that 2Pac was delivering to her body. She screamed when 2Pac kneeled over her, wrapping his large, dead cold, gunmetal fingers around her throat. Amy listened as her little boy shouted at 2Pac. She couldn’t break free from 2Pac, who was pin
Amy brought her Camaro to a drive-by crawl in mid-air. She brought the muscle car’s thrusters closer to the highway to see if she could get near the armored truck’s rooftop. Amy’s next move was gutsy. “Okay Babe, here’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna jump on the roof of the truck, and I need you to keep the car steady for me. You think you can do that?” Amy asked her husband while unfastening her seatbelt. Bryan nodded with a question mark on his face. “You’re gonna jump down on the truck while it’s moving?” Bryan wanted to make sure he understood what his wife was intending to do. When the realization dawned on him, he almost objected to his wife jumping out of the car, but he gained control of his anxiety. Bryan watched as his wife brought the Camaro down close to the armored truck’s roof. “I know what I’m about to do is dangerous, but I have to do this. It’s the only way I can save our baby,” Amy told her husband while rubbing her sweaty palms across her lap
The gunman’s hands were shackled behind his back. He sat with his back arched in a hardwood chair. There were shackles on the gunman’s legs and he loved moving his feet around and rattling the leg shackles, which annoyed Agent James. “Hey knock it off, big guy! Be still!” Agent James scolded the gunman with a visceral disgust in his eyes. Agent James still had a throbbing in his head, and other parts of his body ached from the fight he had with the gunman. The veteran FBI agent had to hold an ice pack against his swollen cheek where the gunman punched him. Agent James also had a bandage over his nose, making it hard for him to breathe. Agent Martinez held her gun in her lap while sitting in a chair near the room’s door. The woman wished she were at home with her husband and her sons. She didn’t want to look at the gunman after what he did. Agent Martinez wanted to get as far away from the terrorist as possible. The hairs on her neck stiffened when she looked up to se