The cops now realized that I wasn't bluffing. I would take his life if they didn't do my bidding.
The officer in charge also reasoned that for me to be in that suite must have an accident. It could have been in any other room.
He came to the conclusion that I really had no reason to kill him but something within him fought his reasoning that I might have just gone rogue.
"Hurry up!"
I furiously insisted, they started moving behind and in a short time they shut the door.
"Mr Contratino, how much do you want? I can pay you any amount you desire."
The minister of finance darted to a bargain.
"You think I need your money?"
My evil eyes examined him, I thought his thinking was a bit shallow.
"But why would you hold me hostage?"
He queried.
He did induce great laughter in me.
"Leverage, since you are the finance minister, shouldn't you know about that already?"
I peeped over the window to see if my saviour still lingered at the exact point I instructed him.
I calculated at what degree I had to spring in order not to miss the safety net? I set free the minister of finance and I jumped, having opened both windows.
I landed safely on the safety net. I was thinking of rolling my body when shots fired at me from the window.
The finance minister must have informed the cops that I had jumped off the window.
I rolled as shots fired after me in continuous succession.
I spinned my body on the far end of the safety net, to the right, until I flipped to the ground.
I landed on my two knees and my injured right hand touched the ground pavement a bit forcefully.
"That hurt."
I flapped my hand to numb the pain.
The cops continued to fire. I hid behind the door, I could not raise my head for fear of being shot.
My right hand had blood all over the palm. I cleaned by rubbing off the blood to my bottom pant.
When it got clean enough, I reached for my fingerprint scanner to activate recognition software on my beautiful Easter.
The headlamps blinked.
"Easter close up the rooftop."
My beautiful Easter obeyed her master like any royal servant. Machines can be trusted than a human being, they are very reliable.
After the rooftop covered I pulled the door open and got in.
"Drive me to my safe house, BB60."
The shooting had not stopped, luckily I had prepared her for this very moment. Everything about her was bullet proof.
She reverseved, turned and headed in the direction I had instructed her.
"The suspect is escaping in a blue Lamborghini Urus, registered ZMW8719, all the units available and nearby we need backup!"
The police officer in charge announced on his communication radio, "I repeat all units available join in persuit!"
I looked in the rear center view mirror, almost 7 cops' vehicles were in pursuit of me and my beautiful Easter.
Buzzing sirens of cops vehicles were the only sounds echoing on this silent midnight.
The next time I looked in the center rear view mirror, more than twelve police vehicles were after me.
I had little or nothing to worry, I had extremely great confidence in the hypersonic speed and stability of my Beautiful Easter.
She was custom made, a beast in her own league.
I tore apart my blue vintage golf T-shirt, the bleeding could not stop at my two stabbed wounds I sustained from Emma.
They are my souvenir of my first revenge I had yet to execute on my ex family.
I tied a torn vintage piece of my golf T-shirt thoroughly to my belly on the exact spot of my bleeding wound.
I did the same for my right hand. It felt much better and comfortable.
I scrolled with my first finger on the dash board of my beautiful Easter. Taped on the icon I needed activated.
The shelf behind my chair opened. My hand reached for a bottle of my favourite whiskey.
I poured some of it on the stabbed wound on my left lungs. It stung me bitterly and I mourned in pain.
I sipped the whiskey and swallowed it hard.
"God, it hurts!"
I complained to myself. I repeated the same procedure for my right hand. It did hurt but not like the first attempt on my left lungs.
Right at that instant I flashed my gaze in front of me. Only then did it dawn on me that I had much bigger problems at hand than the pain I entertained in my right palm or the left wound on my left lung.
Ahead of me there were about five police cars coming at me. It was a one way lane.
The cops vehicles covered the entire road, it meant no escape for me.
"Easter switch the engine to manual mode."
My beautiful Easter acted accordingly, my hands held the steering wheel.
There happened to be no alley I could turn to. Behind a convey tailed me.
They made a roadblock to stop me.
I stepped on the gase and my beautiful Easter accelerated and I changed gears to unimaginable frequency.
I almost bashed into the five police cars that had created a roadblock.
When I swiftly lifted the hand brake and at the same time my leg pressed on the foot brake and steered the steering wheel to the left.
The blue Lamborghini Urus squeaked, tires released smoke as it skipped up in the sky making seven spins.
The cops who initially stood behind their cars pointing thair guns at my Beautiful Easter scampared in different directions.
I momentarily lost some brain cells in those thirty five seconds. Perhaps the fuse in my brain had blown out. For I couldn't think at that instant, my ears went deaf, and I couldn't breath.
To be frank everything became silent, maybe that is what happens when a person is about to lose his breath and to be candid I am not sure if I did breath in those thirty five seconds.