Rain

I was sitting in my patrol car on fifth. It was raining and I was watching as the steam rose up from the road. I was sitting in between two bushes, and was dozing off a little when the radio buzzed.
"All units we have a hostage situation in the Baxter Building on parkway ave. white female about 6'1" black hair being held at gun point all units please respond"
I shot up in my seat and turned over the key, the Baxter Building was only about ten miles away and I didn’t want to skip up a chance to prove myself. In the field that I work in any kind of promotion helps.
* * *
I arrived at the Baxter building with my sirens on and saw five cars, along with the swat team, parked outside of the Building. One of them was using a megaphone and shouting toward the building.
"We can be reasonable pal just tell us what you need and we will get it for you."
A rolling chair flew out of a third floor window, shattering glass and drawing attention.
"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up! I don’t need shit from any of you!"
I went over to my captain, who was standing by the negotiator, and asked him how were we going to deal with this. He told me that he had snipers at vantage points around the city waiting for a shot, but it was difficult to take one because the guy had a woman blocking his body, and ten other people held hostage. I asked him how I could help, and he told me to take care of all of the press.
I did as I was told and set up a perimeter assigned guards to make sure the citizens would not step over the perimeter and helped them with that.
The negotiator kept talking, but the man just told him to fuck off.
* * *
The people were pretty much at bay and weren't too rowdy. We had one guy jump the line, but he was pushed back easy enough. The negotiator had stopped talking because our psycho had told him that if he said another word he would start killing hostages.
Everything seemed to slow down and it started to feel like a normal day again, just a normal day, but sometimes normal days can take a not so normal turn
"Hey" it was the psycho talking "You get a news team up here now, if I don’t have them up here in ten minutes then I’ll start shooting."
This is when I took action, I left from the spot were I was stationed and ran over to the captain.
"Let me go up there captain, I've got a suit in the back of my car, I could go up as a reporter, you wont have to worry about me blowing cover cause I worked for a news station before I..."
"No, its too risky we need to wait for this guy to crack just go back to your post."
"Come on captain, if we don’t act now it'll be too late we have to get..."
"I said no! We can’t risk, it now go back to your post before I suspend you."
I heard what the captain had said, and I thought about obeying him, but I didn’t. I went to were the news team was getting ready to go in and told the reporter that I was to go in his stead. He believed me, so I took his suit. Then the cameraman and I headed into the Baxter building.
* * *
We headed into the building taking the stairs. It was what the psyco had instructed. We headed up all three floors and got to the door that we had to enter. I tried to open it, but there was something on the other side that was blocking it. Then we heard a shuffling on the ohter side, and the door opened. The psyco, who was nowhere in sight, had instructed one of his hostages to open the door.
"He says to go stand in the middle of the room."
The man, who was wearing a buisness suit and square glasses, went back and sat down against the wall with the other hostages. I counted nine, one less than excpected. We went over and stood in what we figured was the middle of the room and waited. We were three minutes early so I saw no need for him to kill anyone.
Then the psyco came out from behind a desk with a woman being held in front of him with a gun at her temple. She was beautiful, as beautiful as the first day that I saw her. The woman that I had swore to love till death now stood in front of me quivering.
"Oh Jason! Please help me please!!"
"Shut up you bitch. Ok this is whats going to happen. You are going to turn that camera on and this reporter is going to stand out of the way while I say what I have to say, otherwise people will start dying."
I took a hard gulp and stood out of the way as he had told me. Thoughts of possible actions to take were running through my head, but I knew each of them would just end in disaster. So I did what any good reporter would do... I listned.
"Is it on? good. My name is Larry Stanton and I am 23 years old. Yesterday I was fired from this building. When they fired me I warned them that they would pay, I warned them but they didnt listen. Well I guess now you beleive me dont you fuckers? And now im going to see how booming buisness is when the whole world sees this beautiful lady eat led."
There was a bang and a thud. I watched my wife as she fell to the floor, her eyes wide with surprise. I felt guitly, sad... and dead. Then all of those feelings were replaced with anger.
I ran at the psyco, two shots connected with my abdomen, and the third went wild as I tackled him in the gut. I kept riding into him, like and all-star, line backer in a play off game. Then his back hit the glass, and we fell.
We both hit the ground, but I saw him die first. So I died with a smile on my face.