Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24857097-20150115050415/@comment-24857097-20150119053747

I swear, if they lay a hand on her...

The terms, albeit layed out slowly, were clear. Trade a few of the unknown soldiers' comrades for Lyndsey, or risk a suicide bombing among worse things to come.

The hostile troops were preparing something, but they don't want to fight. Their fallen comrades are right in the middle of the crossfire and they can't risk it. Oliver spoke to one of his teammates.

"Jackson, where are those guys that we zip-tied?"

"They're still at the first floor, why?"

"Take Hansen, Royce, and Lance and bring them here. I think they want to exchange hostages."

"Understood, let's go guys!"

The 4 cops broke away from the group, leaving 4 SWAT officers against a small army of special ops soldiers.

"Okay, they're retrieving your comrades now!"

Oliver then switched to a private channel on his radio and whispered.

"Jackson, tell the incoming reinforcements to be on standby. We don't want them to get everyone here killed."

"Roger that Browning, we just located their comrades and we're bringing them in now! But there's something you should know..."

"And what is that?

"One of them is freakin' strapped with explosives! We only got like 15 minutes left before the news media will think this is a White Fang terrorist attack!"

Oliver sighed. These guys really were dedicated, even if it meant killing themselves.

"Just get them here, we don't have time for this."

"Roger that, be there soon!"

Oliver got off from the radio and made another statement.

"They're on their way! Now where's the female officer you have hostage?"

This was the most intense negotiation Oliver had experienced so far.