“It’s time,” a raspy voice spoke into the man’s earpiece. The man wearing dark sunglasses stood up and pulled two military-grade rifles from inside his black wool trench coat. “For our country,” he muttered and fired two shots in the air. The entire room froze. Women dropped their luggage and screamed while men ducked, their fight or flight responses kicking in. “Everybody down now!” He ordered.
A few yards away, she crawled beneath the benches, shaking with fright. Her trembling hands wrapped protectively around her bulging belly. “The baby will due any day now,” she recalled the doctor’s words from this morning. Why can’t something go right for once? All of the sudden, a sharp pain hit her from below. The baby. Biting her lip, she refrained from screaming.
Outside the Washington D.C. Union station, police officers, SWAT, and FBI agents gathered. They got a tip fifteen minutes ago detailing what would go down in the station. “There’s a hostage situation in there, I say we take this slow otherwise, he might just start shootin’.” …
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.