Mr Seddon - Leighton Sealeaf (each kindness read aloud txt) 📗
- Author: Leighton Sealeaf
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Meanwhile, in the sewers.
8 terrorists lay dead and another 5 critically injured with their last 5 hours of their remaining lives quickly running out. Hamish fired his last bullet, and missed. He looked over to Callum, he was nearly out as well. The terrorists where hiding behind the corner, taking shots every once in a while to withdraw a potential push from a military trained body guard and special forces trained counter-terrorist agent.
Back at the man hole cover, the police officer finally realised that someone was shouting for help. He turned around, making sure his gun was loaded, and he cautiously approached. He unbuckled the black torch from his utility belt and shinned it down the man hole. “Anyone there?” he asked with a typical British accent as he continued to scan the area.
“Yes, I’m stuck” Leighton said in an alter-ego accent that didn’t sound like his but eventually it could be figured out. The police officer put his gun down, a few metres away, and he instantly hopped down on his knees and he tried desperately to pry it open, to no effect.
“Step back,” he ordered whilst drawing his pistol from his holster and aiming it towards the lock that made sure nobody was able to remove it without the proper equipment. Leighton did less of a step back and more of a climb down to prevent any injury from a miss or loose shrapnel. He squeezed down his trigger and the clankering sound echoed down the upright tube and into the sewers that contained dedicated people fighting for juxtaposing reasons.
The police officer removed the cover and Leighton climbed up to a friendly hand that helped him up and onto the grass beside the hole. The police officer shinned the light into his eyes, who rightfully squinted back, and the next thing they knew was the dropping of the torch onto the muddy grass. “Your,” the officer scrambled for the correct words.
“Leighton Sealeaf, I know.” Leighton replied with confidence whilst reaching for the bewildered officers radio, specifically the distinct red button.
“What are you doing?” the officer jumped,
“Look down the man whole,” Leighton said firmly whilst fiddling with the grass in the dark.
The officer jumped back when he saw the flash of light from gunfire before he pressed the button himself and followed it up with, “Shots fired, Shots fired!” Like it was scheduled, 8 officers ran from the dark with their torches on and assault rifles in hand. “Whose down there?” the officer asked whilst daring for another look,
“A SCAR agent, Mr Seddon,” Leighton informed whilst taking a short break, “And about 20 of your run of the mill terrorists.”
When the officers arrived, they looked estranged at the officer before noticing Leighton was sat there, some covered the scene before one caught a lucky glimpse of the flashes from down below.
Back down there, Hamish looked clueless, beside the ladder, as he had run out of bullets. “Go away.” Callum said whilst reloading himself. Hamish didn’t disobey and began to climb. Once he reached the top, he arrived to a plethora of guns pointed his way.
“Hi,” Hamish greeted, “I don’t believe we’ve met but I’m Mr Seddon…” he noticed their police badges before unhooking the holster and throwing it slowly in front of them. Trying to not become a freak accident from trigger fingers.
More vehicles arrived to surround the area, as well as a luxury, but armoured, helicopter landed in the nearest available spot for Leighton and Hamish. They flew to the private yacht, that was slightly off shore and that was the end of this scenario.
Epilogue:
They eventually found a way into the sewer system and surrounded the terrorists, although they where only able to arrest 3, it was still a job done good. The military base suffered minor casualties, but once they realised their target was not there, most left and the S.A.S came in in the morning and cleared the entire base out of all hostiles.
At exactly 3:45, Leighton was stood outside his London offices, and gave a speech, “The last few days have been devastating to me and our beloved staff. But I remain thankful here for the boards joint decision to put a security detail on me. I will continue to be protected by these brave women and men, until I see fit that it is unnecessary.” Leighton stopped his primary part of his speech before asking, “Any questions,” to the many reporters with flashing cameras.
“Yes, erm, Leighton, can you give us the facts on the badass SCAR-14 unit that may or may not save your life,” A familiar reporter asked, that kind of resembled a waitress, he may or may not have tipped too much.
Before he could answer, he giggled before, “Yes, of course. Once the SWAT where unable to engage the situation, SCAR-14 was immediately sent and rescued me and my primary security detail. They did so with one casualty on their own but tried to not kill any terrorists,” Leighton tapped some papers and Mr Seddon responded by approaching and grabbing one of his arms, going as far as to tug it, before he left, he informed that no more questions will be answered, for now.
THE END
Publication Date: 01-24-2020
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