Abby’s hands trembled over the keyboard. The butt of the gun hovered just next to her temple.
The password, what was the password? Her blitzed brain struggled to connect, and then finally she remembered it was her favorite novel plus her birthday: Razorsedge0811.
After a few seconds the page displayed her bank account details , the date of the last deposit: 2,100,087 U.S. dollars, and the several withdrawals she’d made in Greece. The man knocked her off the chair and sat in front of the laptop. He typed and clicked, and Abby caught a glimpse of her new bank account balance: zero euros.
He turned to her lying on the floor. “There’s only two million? Where is the rest?”
“That’s all there is. That’s all my aunt left me.” Abby suddenly remembered she still had the notice of beneficiary letter in her bag, but she was afraid to move.
The man pointed the gun at her face. “Tell me where the rest of the money is or I kill you.”
Abby put her hands out, “I swear to you, that’s all she left me. I can prove it if you let me get to my bag.”
He gestured for her to get up and she went to her suitcase, retrieving the letter from an inner pocket. He grabbed it from her, scanned it then pulled the suitcase towards him. The gun lowered as he rummaged through it.
He shook his head and his partner turned to look at her. “If you don’t tell us, you will die and your mother and friends will all die too.”
“I don’t have any other money. I mean I have a U.S. bank account but there’s nothing in there.” The two men stared at her. “Why do you think I have more money?”
The two men shot each other looks then one took out his phone and spent the next few minutes typing. Abby barely breathed. It felt like any moment they could just turn and shoot her. If she said she might know where more money was they might let her live, but then she’d have to find more money. Very quickly. Was it better to play completely dumb? Was she going to die no matter what she did.
The guy on the phone, clearly the leader, abruptly got up and motioned for his partner.
They moved towards her and put the gun to her forehead. “You will find the rest of the money. We’ll give you a week, you better have the money or we’ll kill you. If you tell anyone about this visit, anyone at all, we will kill you and kill your family. If you give us all the money, then we’ll let you live.”
“I don’t understand.” Abby kept absolutely still as the butt of the gun pressed against her temple. “How much money do you want?”
“All of it.” The men walked out, leaving the door open so she could see them slowly walk down the hallway. She didn’t move until they'd vanished out of sight.
— Von
The password, what was the password? Her blitzed brain struggled to connect, and then finally she remembered it was her favorite novel plus her birthday: Razorsedge0811.
After a few seconds the page displayed her bank account details , the date of the last deposit: 2,100,087 U.S. dollars, and the several withdrawals she’d made in Greece. The man knocked her off the chair and sat in front of the laptop. He typed and clicked, and Abby caught a glimpse of her new bank account balance: zero euros.
He turned to her lying on the floor. “There’s only two million? Where is the rest?”
“That’s all there is. That’s all my aunt left me.” Abby suddenly remembered she still had the notice of beneficiary letter in her bag, but she was afraid to move.
The man pointed the gun at her face. “Tell me where the rest of the money is or I kill you.”
Abby put her hands out, “I swear to you, that’s all she left me. I can prove it if you let me get to my bag.”
He gestured for her to get up and she went to her suitcase, retrieving the letter from an inner pocket. He grabbed it from her, scanned it then pulled the suitcase towards him. The gun lowered as he rummaged through it.
He shook his head and his partner turned to look at her. “If you don’t tell us, you will die and your mother and friends will all die too.”
“I don’t have any other money. I mean I have a U.S. bank account but there’s nothing in there.” The two men stared at her. “Why do you think I have more money?”
The two men shot each other looks then one took out his phone and spent the next few minutes typing. Abby barely breathed. It felt like any moment they could just turn and shoot her. If she said she might know where more money was they might let her live, but then she’d have to find more money. Very quickly. Was it better to play completely dumb? Was she going to die no matter what she did.
The guy on the phone, clearly the leader, abruptly got up and motioned for his partner.
They moved towards her and put the gun to her forehead. “You will find the rest of the money. We’ll give you a week, you better have the money or we’ll kill you. If you tell anyone about this visit, anyone at all, we will kill you and kill your family. If you give us all the money, then we’ll let you live.”
“I don’t understand.” Abby kept absolutely still as the butt of the gun pressed against her temple. “How much money do you want?”
“All of it.” The men walked out, leaving the door open so she could see them slowly walk down the hallway. She didn’t move until they'd vanished out of sight.
— Von
Some peace talk! Was this back in Europe? Not sure where this scary scene fits into the plot. I love the password! We all have our weird ways of making passwords. I hate to see her money disappear. You made the thugs into real dummies...they are so not flexible with their plans! HA. ---Macoff
ReplyDeleteI liked the password too. Rang true. The rest is really frightening because in the world as it is, could really happen.
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