It was a quiet day at the law firm of Dubblehauser & Straussen and John was typing some law related things into his computer.
Linda and Emma were standing by the water cooler talking about how the new Dove commercials were so women friendly.
John went to the copy room to copy some files from cases that involved copywriters suing people for copyright infringement.
While he waited for the copying machine to do it’s business he closed the door and sat down on a stack of printing paper and took a moment to relax.
And while the copying machine was making loud noises while it copied, he could still hear voices yelling outside in the office.
At first he didn’t think to much of it, but when the yelling got closer to the room he could heard the voices were speaking Arabic.
‘Terrorists!’, John thought to himself while he looked through the small window above the door standing on a couple of stacks of printing paper.
He saw a group of co-workers being moved into the elevator by two Arab guys with guns.
‘Those Muslim bastards, trying to take our freedom!’, John thought to himself and he looked in the other direction and saw no terrorists near the cubicles.
If only he could get to his cubicle and to the locked drawer in his desk.
He silently opened the door and took a quick peek to each side, he could still hear the terrorists talking near the elevator and he quickly ran to one of the cubicles.
John knew the layout of the cubicles like the back of his hand so right now he was in Bob’s cubicle that was decorated in cartoon figurines and candy wrappers.
So he only had to cross the walkway to Mindy’s with fairies decorated cubicle to Hanna’s over organized cubicle.
And then it’s straight from Martin’s skull filled cubicle to his own patriotic cubicle.
He crosses the hallway to Mindy’s cubicle and hears the voices coming towards his position, they had begun walking the same hallway between the cubicles where he was in.
He waits for them to walk pass Mind’s cubicle, and he crawls to Hanna’s cubicle on his hands and feet.
‘Just two more cubicles and I’m there.’ He thinks, and he listens carefully if the two terrorists have walked into the next hall before he crawls to Martin’s cubicle.
He then goes straight to his cubicle, and he takes of one of his boots and turns the heel sixty degrees.
It revealed a small key hidden in the sole of his boot, he takes it out and opens up the drawer.
The drawer shows a collection of hand guns amongst other things like bullets,
an American flag, a pack of wet cleaning tissues and some chewing gum.
In the meantime one of the terrorists was walking back because he secretly liked fairies and wanted to steal on from Mindy’s cubicle.
John picks two of the guns from the drawer and puts one behind his belt, and puts some chewing gum in his mouth.
And as he turns around so does the terrorist that is holding the fairy.
John aims the gun and pulls the trigger, the bullet goes right into the skull of the terrorist and all the fairies are covered in blood.
He walks to the hallway and spits on the terrorist’s dead body, the other terrorist came to check out what was going on, and John looks straight into his eyes and aims and shoots him in the head, blood splatters all over the motivational poster on the wall.
John knows the elevator went down, and he figures they have put everyone in the conference room and are being held hostage.
He takes the staircase down,he takes it step by step trying not to make a sound that might alarm the person that might be guarding the staircase.
He makes his way down to the first floor and slightly opens the door that leads into the lobby, he doesn’t see anyone and he looks in the direction of the conference room and sees its not being guarded.
He carefully walks over to the door that leads in the conference room, he suddenly remembers there’s also a stage entrance door, so he goes there instead.
And again with being careful he opens the door, and peeks inside, he sees everyone sitting in chairs with a couple of terrorists standing on stage and one near each exit keeping guard.
One of the terrorist is talking and walking back and forth on the stage.
‘That must be their leader. I got to take him out first.’, John thought to himself right before he ran onto the stage and put the gun to the leader’s head.
“You fucked with the wrong American company, fucking talibanians!”, he yelled as pulled the trigger.
Blood and brains got splattered across the stage and onto the robes of the other terrorists that were soiling themselves.
Everyone in the room was looking at John with their yaws wide open.
Martin one of his co-workers got up from his chair, “Dude, what are you doing? Their just actors.”
John looked confused at Martin and was no longer feeling the need to shoot all the terrorists.
“Actors?”, John asked.
One of his bosses got up and straightened his tie, “Yes, didn’t you read the memo?”
“What memo?”, John asked.
“The memo about the plan we have setup in case terrorists attack our firm.”, The boss said.
“Yeah and about everyone going paint balling on Saturday.”, Martin added.
The IT guy was trying to get out of the room by sneaking to one of the exit’s but got stopped by one of the actors.
“Paintball! Great sign me up!”, John said with a big smile on his face.
Linda and Emma were standing by the water cooler talking about how the new Dove commercials were so women friendly.
John went to the copy room to copy some files from cases that involved copywriters suing people for copyright infringement.
While he waited for the copying machine to do it’s business he closed the door and sat down on a stack of printing paper and took a moment to relax.
And while the copying machine was making loud noises while it copied, he could still hear voices yelling outside in the office.
At first he didn’t think to much of it, but when the yelling got closer to the room he could heard the voices were speaking Arabic.
‘Terrorists!’, John thought to himself while he looked through the small window above the door standing on a couple of stacks of printing paper.
He saw a group of co-workers being moved into the elevator by two Arab guys with guns.
‘Those Muslim bastards, trying to take our freedom!’, John thought to himself and he looked in the other direction and saw no terrorists near the cubicles.
If only he could get to his cubicle and to the locked drawer in his desk.
He silently opened the door and took a quick peek to each side, he could still hear the terrorists talking near the elevator and he quickly ran to one of the cubicles.
John knew the layout of the cubicles like the back of his hand so right now he was in Bob’s cubicle that was decorated in cartoon figurines and candy wrappers.
So he only had to cross the walkway to Mindy’s with fairies decorated cubicle to Hanna’s over organized cubicle.
And then it’s straight from Martin’s skull filled cubicle to his own patriotic cubicle.
He crosses the hallway to Mindy’s cubicle and hears the voices coming towards his position, they had begun walking the same hallway between the cubicles where he was in.
He waits for them to walk pass Mind’s cubicle, and he crawls to Hanna’s cubicle on his hands and feet.
‘Just two more cubicles and I’m there.’ He thinks, and he listens carefully if the two terrorists have walked into the next hall before he crawls to Martin’s cubicle.
He then goes straight to his cubicle, and he takes of one of his boots and turns the heel sixty degrees.
It revealed a small key hidden in the sole of his boot, he takes it out and opens up the drawer.
The drawer shows a collection of hand guns amongst other things like bullets,
an American flag, a pack of wet cleaning tissues and some chewing gum.
In the meantime one of the terrorists was walking back because he secretly liked fairies and wanted to steal on from Mindy’s cubicle.
John picks two of the guns from the drawer and puts one behind his belt, and puts some chewing gum in his mouth.
And as he turns around so does the terrorist that is holding the fairy.
John aims the gun and pulls the trigger, the bullet goes right into the skull of the terrorist and all the fairies are covered in blood.
He walks to the hallway and spits on the terrorist’s dead body, the other terrorist came to check out what was going on, and John looks straight into his eyes and aims and shoots him in the head, blood splatters all over the motivational poster on the wall.
John knows the elevator went down, and he figures they have put everyone in the conference room and are being held hostage.
He takes the staircase down,he takes it step by step trying not to make a sound that might alarm the person that might be guarding the staircase.
He makes his way down to the first floor and slightly opens the door that leads into the lobby, he doesn’t see anyone and he looks in the direction of the conference room and sees its not being guarded.
He carefully walks over to the door that leads in the conference room, he suddenly remembers there’s also a stage entrance door, so he goes there instead.
And again with being careful he opens the door, and peeks inside, he sees everyone sitting in chairs with a couple of terrorists standing on stage and one near each exit keeping guard.
One of the terrorist is talking and walking back and forth on the stage.
‘That must be their leader. I got to take him out first.’, John thought to himself right before he ran onto the stage and put the gun to the leader’s head.
“You fucked with the wrong American company, fucking talibanians!”, he yelled as pulled the trigger.
Blood and brains got splattered across the stage and onto the robes of the other terrorists that were soiling themselves.
Everyone in the room was looking at John with their yaws wide open.
Martin one of his co-workers got up from his chair, “Dude, what are you doing? Their just actors.”
John looked confused at Martin and was no longer feeling the need to shoot all the terrorists.
“Actors?”, John asked.
One of his bosses got up and straightened his tie, “Yes, didn’t you read the memo?”
“What memo?”, John asked.
“The memo about the plan we have setup in case terrorists attack our firm.”, The boss said.
“Yeah and about everyone going paint balling on Saturday.”, Martin added.
The IT guy was trying to get out of the room by sneaking to one of the exit’s but got stopped by one of the actors.
“Paintball! Great sign me up!”, John said with a big smile on his face.
