Chapter 2. Not an Ordinary Monday (Part 2)

~15.07.2013, 12.00 p.m., JEREMY JEFFERSON~

I was about to climb the ladder to look at the air-conditioner when I heard someone screams from the near distance. I look around and strain my ears. I hear a whimper this time and the sound of someone being beaten. I automatically feel alerted and started to become cautious of my own movement. The sounds came from the office at the opposite side of where I am in. My guts tell me that I should rush to the door and run away but my curiosity is taking its’ toll on me. I duck and peep from beneath the table to get a clearer view of the opposite office through the glass doors and saw two guys holding guns while two other guys and a woman were force to kneel on the ground with their hands on their heads. Holy shit! Are those real guns? Fuck!

Holy fuck. Oh no. Am I really seeing this? Fuck. Am I about to witness a murder? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What to do? I then saw one the guys shoot the head of the man in the middle. SHIT! I’m sweating as hell now and I can feel my entire body trembles in fear. He is now pointing his gun to the woman. Bang! Another shot. Holy shit. I didn’t wait. I stop looking and now got my eyes focused on the exiting door from where I am. I heard another gun shot. I’m positive that they had shot that one other guy left.

I panicked. Fuck. I must leave this place. I put myself in a crawling position to crawl silently out of the office but in spite of my caution, I accidentally push a chair and it made a loud skidding sound. “Who’s there?!” I heard a voice called out. Shit. Am I going to die? No… I don’t wanna die just yet. God, help me! I heard their conversation with each other as I plan my escape route.

A: You said that no one’s supposed to be here at this time.

B: Yes, I am sure of it.

A: Go check that office out.

B: Yes, master.

Oh no… They’re coming over here. That’s it. Do or die. I quickly got up and bolted towards the door. “Hey!” I heard them calling out to me but they did not try to shoot me. I just heard footsteps chasing after me. I’m not gonna look back. They must be trying not to make such a turbulence of the situation. Just like those people they killed. Their guns had silencer. I suspect they plan the murder to be a covert affair. Hell, I’m not gonna let myself die as a covert affair! I keep on running and bump into a tall dark-haired guy and I let out a scream like a girl.

“Hey, hey, hey… Calm down. What’s wrong?” He asked me.

I look over behind me but I couldn’t find anyone tailing me. I’m still in a panic state. Where are they? Are they hiding somewhere? “Help! They want to kill me,” I pleaded to the guy who’s holding my shoulders with both of his hands in an effort to calm me down. Wait. I met this guy before, right? Yeah! In the elevator!

“Who’s trying to kill you?” He asked.

“Two guys. They were chasing me,” I explained. He quickly alerted and pulls me to stand behind him protectively.

“Are you positive?” He asked as he takes out something from beside his pocket.

“Yeah,” I answered and that’s when I notice him holding out a gun from beside of his pocket and I saw a police batch at his belt. God saved me! He’s a cop! “They had killed three people in the office at the end,” I added.

“Shit, I’m late,” I heard him cursed. “Now stay behind me and follow my lead,” he ordered. I nod at him. Then we both heard a gun-shot coming from the office that I was in before and sounds of glasses being broken. What the hell is happening?

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