The Hole in The Wall - Season 1 - Episode 89

4 years ago

The Hole in The Wall - Season 1 - Episode 89

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Ryan had given Tom a detailed description of the counselor’s office and Tom walked straight ahead, counting the few agents hunched over computers. There were 3 agents in all. The overly dedicated ones so thirsty for success that they did not mind working 24/7

He reached the end and glanced back quickly before he turned right. no one seemed to pay him any special attention.

He located the counselor’s office. It was the only office without a name plate on the door. He paused for a moment debating whether he should knock or barge in.

Finally he knocked
He expected to hear the words ‘come in’ instead the counselor asked “who is it?”
“damn….”
He barged into the office pulling out his glock as he did so. The counselor was in his chair and he looked up as Thomas Bigelow barged into his office but he didn’t say a thing. He studied Bigelow showing no hint of fear even with the gun pointed at him.
“stand up…on your feet! keep your bleeping hands where I can see them” Tom instructed as he advanced closer.

The counselor remained sitting “do you know the implication of what you’re doing? you’r a terrorist now, an enemy of the federal republic of Nigeria”
Bigelow cocked his gun ” I won’t repeat myself stand up!”

Just then the door swung open and Bulky came charging in. Tom swiveled but before he could get a clear shot the giant crashed into him pushing him on the table. The counselor rolled his chair back, his face remained impassive as he watched the men struggle. He was totally at ease, there was only one way the fight could end and that was in Bulky’s favour.

If he had a cigarette or if he smoked he would have smoked one, that was how at ease and calm he felt.

Bigelow held on to the gun tight trying with all his might to keep the muzzle from pointing at his face. Bulky was stronger than him and Tom could feel his wrist snapping as it literally turned on him.

The gun was few inches from his face and Bulky smiled “good bye fool, hope you enjoy hell”

Bigelow tried to knee him in the groin but there was no space to make an impact. He was pinned across the table and Bulky’s huge frame was suffocating.
“bulky hurry up and clean the mess when you blow out his brains” the counselor snapped impatiently.
“yes sir” Bulky replied with a wicked grin
The words seemed to spark a circuit in Tom’s brain…….blow out his brain? his very own brain? see the way they were talking about his brain as if they were talking about fish intestine? they were going to blow his brains out and it was going to make a mess that would probably be mopped up.

Tom relaxed his hand from the barrel and immediately his wrist was free, he raised his hand with lightening reflex and pulled back the chamber of the gun disarming it. The bullet catridge slipped out from the the butt of the gun the same time Bulky pulled the trigger.
Click!

Tom closed his eyes waiting for the farmiliar pain of a gun shot wound or the black void that could only mean death.

“You motherfu-Cker! you want to play smart right?” Bulky sneered and dropped the disarmed gun tto the floor then he loaded his fist and punched Bigelow straight in the face.
He saw stars, big giant stars, the type that used to turn round and round over his cot when he was just a baby. Then it got harder to breathe. It took him few seconds to realize that Bulky was choking the life out of him with his extra large hands. Everything was begining to look blue and feel blue. Tom could taste the blood from his tongue as he bit into it with every choking sound he made.
He tried to pry the hands from his neck but it was locked in a death grip. His eyes were already closing as he put his left hand in his jacket pocket and pulled out the maxim9. He raised his hand weakly to Bulky’s side. He was sliding into unconsciousness already and he was in a subconscious state when he pulled the trigger. Three rounds blasted out of the semi auto and into the mid region of the giant.

The hands on his throat went lax at once releasing Tom’s wind pipe from its grip and Tom gasped for air as Bulky fell on him fully.
His throat felt bruised on the inside and inbetween short breaths he managed to shove Bulky off him.