"DAD!" I screamed, every instinct in my body telling me to run right for him.
"You have to get out of here." His voice said calmly and orderly, his back still to me.
"I'm not leaving you. Not with that bastard." The man holding the gun to my father's head smiled a dirty, bloody toothed smile.
"Where are the others?" He asked calmly, his hands bound at the bottom of his back. It was so dark and dingy in the rabid building that my flashlight only covered so much.
"On their way," I claimed confidently, slowly edging forwards towards my father and the evil man holding him hostage. "FBI!" I called to the man, focusing my aim on his forehead. "It's over Frank. We both know it. You're over. If you come in now, willingly, I'll tell the DA you cooperated, maybe then they won't fry you."
"What? And miss the chance to see my lovely mother again?" He smiled menacingly again. "I don't think so cupcake." My heart pounded in my chest as he cocked his gun, but I was quicker.
I was always quicker.