Mr.Jamison had never handled a gun and he wasn’t sure how he planned to use one now. But, it seemed necessary to be armed with more than a pair of scissors split in half and a stapler.

He moved through the building level quietly and quickly but he found no one else. He sat down in a office chair and pondered his next move. He didn’t dare go up to his floor and take on all the terrorists at once, so he decided the best way to go was down. His situation reminded him of Die Hard one, a favorite of his. Too bad nobody liked him.

He decided he would go all the way to the base of the building (five levels down) and try to get the help of the police or maybe even the army.

He headed towards the stairwell and began his descent into the unexpected.