Billionaires, Bullets, Exploding Monkeys
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Seattle billionaire and software titan Jeff Pepper couldn't have chosen a worse day to check up on the research project he's been funding at the university hospital for more than a decade. When gunmen move in, seizing control of the building in their search for a previously unknown weapon, Jeff is caught in the middle of a nerve-wracking hostage situation, one in which he is an all-too-valuable pawn. As tensions mount and the body count rises, his only hope for survival rests on the shoulders of Nick, a deadbeat kid trapped in another part of the building. Working with law-enforcement officials outside, Nick must guide a special team through the locked-down facility and help them save as many lives as possible, while Jeff Pepper uses every negotiating trick up his sleeve to see that he and his fellow captives make it out alive.
the courtyard in front of the Research Sciences Building. Crowds of people, students and staff, stood in clusters everywhere. Ransom knew there was a reason the police had asked for him and not Phelps. Actually, in this case there were several reasons. He was sort of the go-to guy for the Seattle Police Department. He was known to do good work with minimal hassle and maximum payoff. He was easy to deal with and made solid decisions. In this case there was another reason: He was good friends with
arms crossed, discussing the matter seriously. They saw him looking and came over. “We need to make contact with the people inside, find out what they want and see how the hostages are doing.” Phelps said. “And how will we do that? We don’t even know how many of them there are, or who they’ve got in there,” Ransom responded. “We’ve got to assume the worst.” Price looked at Morgan. “It seems safe to assume they’ve got Jeff Pepper, so where would he be inside this building?” “I'd try the
killing him. He tried to shift his weight. Ouch. Keep filming, Dub, keep filming! He got a couple more seconds of footage, then paused and moved forward a bit. No sooner did he shift his weight, than he knew it was a mistake. The lens crept out of the shadows, the ones that were helping him get the shot he wanted, and tilted out into the sunlight, sunlight that ever so briefly flashed off the glass and reflected into the building. Dub caught his balance as he looked through the lens again and
“It’s me.” “Oh good, the rescue squad.” Blood burped through Luke’s fingers as he pressed them, clawlike, against the bloom of shredded skin that burst from the fabric of his pant leg. The pain was almost bearable at the moment, which scared him. He was probably in shock, or slipping into it very quickly. A pattern of bullets rippled the wall above his head, leaving the plaster and concrete torn to shit. Glass tinkled to the hospital floor around him. Gomez stood just down the hall to the
stars and flickering images as the door on the copter swung closed. He watched through the glass as Tim climbed over to the controls. Inside the cabin, things were really getting interesting. “Close the doors,” Tim shouted to Simon. Simon stood, preparing to follow orders. Nick stood around the edge of the stairs, describing the scene to Ransom. “The pilot’s down.” “I think my vision’s coming back,” Ransom responded. “Can you see what’s happening?” “Someone’s coming out of the copter!”