"911, what your emergency?"

"Hello officer, what a lovely day we have today isn't it?"

"Um...yes"

"May i ask what your name is officer?"

"I'm Zoe, sir i have to remind this is an emergency li...”

Before she can finish, the man cut her off.

"Zoe, i have a bomb strap on my chest and 1000 plus student here with me at Midtown high, but now i am in quite a pickle" The line fell silent and then erupt with the sound of yelling and emergency siren faintly in the background, before long a rough and stern voice start to speak.

"Sir, my name is Brian; i am the chief of here"

"Nice to meet you Brian, but where Zoe"

"Sorry sir but she are new here and are unb..."

"Put her back on the line or i will start shooting" Silent fell, and then the officer simply said.

"Understood...” Zoe voice soon sound on the phone again

"Hello again sir..."

"Bob, call me Bob"

"Nice to meet you mister Bob"

"Good to have you back my dear" Taking a deep breath, looking at her boss and seeing he nod, Zoe start to talk.

"What is your demand sir?"

The man hums happily before speaking. "How much do you think a human live worth Zoe?"

"I don't know sir..."

"Me either Zoe, but a close approximates would be around 1 million i guess? So how much would an auditorium with 1000 people worth?"

"…1billion" Pleased, the man snap his finger, happily say.

"Correct, simple mathematics" "Sir, we cannot..!"

"1 hour, every 10 minutes after 1 hour have passed there will be 1 less people here"

'Bip' before the other side have a chance to speak the man hang-up. Officer Brian slams his hand on the table in frustration then yells his subordinate.

"Contact every bank in the city and tell the SWAT team gets ready, also someone gets the mayor on the god damn line"

"Sir, yes sir!" The officer all scramble to do their respective task, but one think that they all have in common is a thought.

'This damn terrorist bastard!' The man ends the call and throws the phone back at Charlotte, suck a deep breath then exhale.

"Haizz"

Looking at his action, Charlotte hesitantly asks. "Why are you doing this mister, u-um, Bob?"

Looking straight at her with his gaze he spat out. "Money"

At his answer Charlotte just shook her head and hesitantly says.

"Your eyes are not that of someone who want money desperately" Hearing her answer the man sneer.

"You can't judge a person just through their eyes, girl. That just some bullshit that cop tells you to get you to fess up."

"... Hum, my sixth sense is telling so too?" Dumbfounded the man sit there before giving a hearty laugh, grinning he ask.

"What are you? A psychic? Or a magician?" Annoyed Charlotte slightly angry reply.

"It never been wrong till today!" The man just rolled his eyes and disdainfully eyed at this 'psychic' hostage.

"And what does that have to do with you? Just obediently sit there and be a nice hostage, don’t make me give you another hole to breath!"

Before Charlotte can retort back to his mockery, the sound of police siren and rapid footstep is made outside the auditorium. Hearing this, Bob stand up with a broad smile on his face, expectantly rubbing his hand and said.

“Here come some sweet ransom"