Jonah, Plot 5, Escape

Rick Allen is stuck in the back of a limo with two terrorists in the front seat.


I sink my head back into the padded velvet cushion below. The limo is bright, filled with glamorous from the Las Vegas Strip. I realize that this is the last time that I will see the luxury life of the city.
The black divider between the back of the limo and the driver's area is secured tight.
"They must be talking about their next plots," I think to myself. I look around for any way to escape. The limo doors are not only locked, but they also have padlocks on them to ensure maximum security. I look to the windows.
"The windows look like they could be easily shattered with a hard punch," I convince myself. Slowly, I take off my shirt, looking at my twenty-six year old stomach. "I need to start working out again," I joke to myself as i wrap the shirt around my right fist in a bunch.
"When the limo comes to a stop, I'm gone," I think to myself confidently. As the limo pulls up to the approaching red light, I look around to see the Luxor to my immediate right. I look around Las Vegas Boulevard, its lanes are packed with cars from all over Las Vegas.
"Not surprising for a Friday night," I think. When the car comes to a complete stop, I make my move. I turn around and thrust my fist against the window. The glass shatters into the back seat, and I dive out of the luxurious car. As I pick myself up from the fall, my face is nearly met with the grill of a taxi. The foreigner yells words that I can't understand, and he flips me off. I start sprinting away from the taxi, weaving through cars and narrow paths. Meeting the sidewalk, I turn around. The first terrorist is chasing after me, his gun drawn. The second is reloading his .44 Magnum. Again, I start to sprint through the heavy terrorist trap, knocking into all sorts of people.
As I meet the luxor, I run through the heavy doors and into the lobby. Looking for a place to go, I choose the elevator. I dive in just as the doors are shutting. The array of people offer strange looks.
"Was that necessary?! You're acting like you're being chased by terrorists!" a middle-man scolds. As the doors open to the second floor, I sprint off, hearing the man curse behind me. I run down the long corridor to the left. I burst into a random door, hoping that nobody is in the room. Nobody is. I walk to the far side of the room and reach for the phone. As I grab the receiver, I hear two voices outside-- I immediately drop to the floor. Praying that they won't come into the room, I hear two gun shots. I gasp and jog to the far side of the room. I slowly grab the handle of the door. Twisting the handle, I see two dead bodies. Both terrorists lay dead in pools of blood.
Nobody else is around.