Inside the classroom, Molly held another child, a little girl this time who got kicked by one of the kidnappers as well. Her eyes looked scared but she still sharply stared at the kidnappers. She didn't really look at them square in the face, but she did her best to look at them while trying to calm the other kids down.
Molly felt the little girl slightly shift. "Miss, I want to go home. I am afraid. Can I get out of here?" she said in a trembling voice. She really tried her hardest not to cry out loud and instead choke it out in sobs. Her eyes reddened from all the tears flowing still, and her leg ached so much that she couldn't feel it.
Moll petted the little girl gentle and said, "Sweetheart. Don't freak out. The teacher and I are always here to protect you." Pausing a while with her words she glanced at the kidnappers and continued, "This is a risky game. If we finish the game successfully, we will fear nothing from now on. Because I know that all of you are the bravest kids."
"Okay," the children replied in their bravest voices, despite their tear-filled eyes and minds muddled with fright.
Against the wall, Mark tightly pursed his lips. He also felt fearful, but he knew better than to create more troubles for his mother, even though he couldn't help her. His eyes looked towards the children. 'There are so many children here, and the teacher, and Mummy. Papa Brian will surely come to rescue us. He must!' Mark told himself.
Beside him, Molly continued to hold the little girl and scooted to the back little by little. She cast a glance at her son and held her breath. She was waiting for the perfect timing, the right opportunity.
The booming, slightly scratchy sound of the megaphone suddenly rang from outside. "Hostage takers inside the room, please listen. I am the captain of the commando unit that escorted Culpeo. You can ask for whatever you want now." Edgar said loudly, holding the device's microphone before his mouth. His voice was loud and clear through the megaphone, and he said, "But we want you make a promise that all the hostages are safe."
Inside the classroom, Kidnapper A showed himself to the outside a little bit. He carried an FNC* rifle in his hand. He warily looked out through the room's window through the scope of his gun and saw the badge pinned on Edgar's chest. He then bellowed, "Release Culpeo! That is our only condition! If you let Culpeo go, the 18 people will be safe!
TN: Fabrique Nationale Carabine. Or all of us, including the 18 ones will die together with Culpeo!" His tone hinted the fact that there was no room for them to deny his wishes and that he was ready to die given the circumstances.
Meanwhile, Molly didn't know who were outside of the building as her back was to the window. She just felt that the voice from the amplifier was familiar. She swallowed quietly and placed one hand behind her back. While she carefully observed the kidnappers around her, the hand on her back began to make gestures.
Outside, Brian squatted beside the car where the kidnappers could not see him. He held a set of high-powered binoculars in his hands and held the object to his eye level. He saw the gestures Molly was making. After understanding her hand signals, his face turned even more serious than it already was.
His hands clutched the binoculars so tightly that his knuckles turned white. As he looked at Molly who continued to make the hand signals, his heart twisted in pain.
Across him, Edgar was still dealing with the kidnappers using the megaphone and the major general caught a glimpse of Brian who made a hand gesture at him. Then, he spoke loudly to the kidnappers, "We need some time to discuss it."
"Ten minutes!" the kidnapper holding the FNC answered. "If you did not reply in ten minutes, we will kill one hostage in the succeeding minute," he added cruelly.
From where he stood, Edgar angrily put down the megaphone amplifier. He briefly glanced at the other members of the commando unit who continued their investigation of the surroundings, then walked over to Brian.
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