Oliver turned his back to the crowd and looked through the large bus windshield as the police sirens died down. A warning statement from the police megaphone reached his ears.

“Drop any weapons you have, step out of the bus and lie flat on the ground. Keep your hands where we can see ‘em!” The megaphone fuzzed.

Acting instinctively, Oliver opened the bus door, grabbed the bus intercom microphone and dove behind cove while calmly responding with the bus intercom ringing through the now silent street.

“I am not going to surrender, my good man.” Oliver said. “If any of you move from your current positions, I will see you and I will kill everyone on this bus. Have a nice day.“

There was a collective gasp and subsequent screams following Oliver’s announcement, giving him a new wind of murderous confidence.

Oliver closed the bus door and stood up, beginning his cold calculations.