In my right hand was the Python. The massive atrium above us was a funnel than led to a metallic staircase that lead to a revolving door. To my left was a ramp that led down to a subway exit. It was my last chance to make an escape. A British accent from behind me made me freeze. "Hello, we have a meeting in the front of the building" David said.
"Someone just shot the Russian in the back!" said the Russian Cossack with a shock of hair. "There is not much left of him except a a few unidentifiable bite marks on the back of his neck." said the other.
I turned around. David looked up at the security cameras. "They're out of network." he said. I knew we were in trouble. They coming from my office. I knew exactly where their office was, one floor up. They were coming from that direction. The front of the building is a three-story high open air atrium filled with plants and waterfalls. The stairs that lead to the atrium were a steel walkway suspended above the water. It provided a direct line of fire. I was in a lot of trouble. "We have to find a way around this gentlemen. The head office is next door. I have a plan, but we first need to find out where they are coming from." David said.
The Cossack with the shock of hair was the talker. "Once we get out of the atrium, they cannot come into kill us." he said.
"That is true because they have no way of getting up to us." said the other.
"There is nowhere to run. These guys are well-armed." said the Cossack who was originally stationed here. "We have to deal with the situation at hand." he continued. The other Cossack started humming an old Russian song. David turned to me with an annoyed look on his face. I had heard that song one too many times.
I took four steps towards the atrium. I could hear the Cossack behind me walking towards the atrium. David was right beside me with the Python in favor. There were four steps left in front of the entrance. As I started to climb the stairs, I turned and faced David. I wanted to make sure they were with me. It would be a long walk even with a double-digit number of Cossacks. A Russian Cossack at that. "One floor up. Take the office building. It's the highest of all." I said. I had the Python in my hand. It was a German-Swiss gun. It was heavy. It was bulky. The Cossack behind David was a Russian. He circled round like a wild animal. He had a huge hat and a long coat. His cap was a maroon and had a small brim. He was a formidable foe. But I had to deal with the fact that he was up at gun-point. While we were talking, he had drawn his sword. His great coat flapped behind him. He had taken his sword from it's sheath. He was ready for me.
At the same time, I suddenly felt like I was about to be killed in some obscure war. For the first time in my life, I felt trapped. The Russian was moving slowly. Somehow, I knew he would be my killer. I stepped slowly. I kept looking at the Cossack in the corner.
