Mike Attebery - Brick Ransom 01 by Billionaires Bullets Exploding Monkeys

Author:Billionaires Bullets Exploding Monkeys [Monkeys, Billionaires Bullets Exploding]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2012-06-03T16:07:54+00:00

Inside Story

The news vans were starting to arrive at the scene. Brick watched as they hopped the curb and pulled up alongside the police and fire department vehicles.

What made the media folks feel they were just as important as the people trying to handle every crisis?

The van for KOMO News was the first to open its doors, and a heavyset guy in a Hawaiian shirt emerged from within, carrying a camera in his left hand. He lurched his legs out, one then the next, and stumbled onto the sidewalk, where he sort of teetered backwards as he closed the doors behind him.

A blond-haired woman in her early thirties sat in the front seat, poking at her hair with a pick. Brick leaned forward, getting a better look to confirm his suspicions.

Yep.

Hot.

The guy in the shirt looked over at him.

“Hey man! What’s happening?”

Brick shrugged his shoulders. “Beats me.”

“Come on man, look at you. You’re wearing the gear; you know what’s up.”

Brick shook his head slightly, but smirked.

The fat guy put out his hand. “Dub Taylor, KOMO News.”

“Brick Ransom, FBI.”

“FBI huh?”

“I still can’t tell you anything,” Brick replied.

“Well, can you at least suggest a good spot to shoot from? I need to get this thing rolling so they can cut to us from the studio.”

Brick studied the camera, then turned to the bay of windows along the second floor of the Health Sciences Building.

“Hey, what kind of range does that camera have?”

“Let me put it this way. With the zoom on this thing, I could make a fortune selling videos of the sorority girls here on campus, and I live way up on Queen Anne.”

Brick nodded. “Follow me.”

*

Nick’s eyes popped open.

His chin shot up from his chest and the back of his head thumped against the door. He’d fallen asleep, just for a moment. A moment, or an hour, he couldn’t tell. The room was pitch black. He blinked and looked around. A thin band of pale light glowed at the base of the door. The details of the room began moving forward through the darkness as his eyes adjusted. He wanted to turn on a light, but he didn’t dare.

A hollow, metallic rumbling grumbled overhead. The ventilation ducts were shifting as the air came on. Maybe he could climb through those to safety.

Nah, that only worked in the movies.

In real life it would be like The Breakfast Club — even if he could wedge himself in there, the whole damn thing would come tumbling down as soon as he crawled out over the hallway. What good would that do him? He’d get shot up like a fish in a barrel.

Nick lowered his head to the floor, listening for noises from down the corridor.

Silence.

What the hell had he gotten himself into here?

Yeah, he’d run away, but run away to a private prison cell in the basement of the building. There were no ways out of here. No windows. No escape hatches. Just an empty room, with a locked door, and an unscrewed light bulb.

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