Unconfirmed reports from Rikkers Islands says that one of their inmates hasescaped, and may be in the vacinity, the DJ on Amy Battss car radio reported. Great. Another thing to worry about, Amy thought as she pulled her car into the parking garage. It is rumored that the prisoner that alledgedly escaped as a distingising tatoo on his righthand.
Its suppossedly of a snake wrapped around a young girl, the DJ was saying as Amyparked her car.It was almost 8:30 on Tuesday night at Smith & Johnsons Law Firm. At thetender age of 25 Amy landed an intership at the New York law firm. It was great! Shegot the chance to aid attorney in cases (mainly by doing reshearch, but hey it will lookgreat on a resuma). Other than her footsteps, which echoed through out the parking gargae, the placewas dead silent. If she hadnt forgotten an importin law book she wont even be there. Amy felt her heart beating wildly as she neared the elevator.Get a grip Batts, she said to herself.
Its not like youre the only person here. Which was true, a lot of lawarys burned the midnight oil at Smith & Johnson, workinghard to prove their case. Still, she hesated at the elevator.Amy has always feared elevators. Who could blame her? Think about it for aminute.
You enter a steel cage. You are cut off from all help. You dont know anyoneelse in the elevator. Still, she stood there, forced to decide between her faithful stairs, or the cold,metal elevator. Theres nothing to be afraid of, Amy told herself.
Its just an elevator. There have been reports of muggings on stairs. The elevator is safer, she rationalized asshe pushed the button to summen the steel box.The doors swooshed open, and Amy had to step back from the glare of the lights. Then, very timidly, she stepped inside the death trap, and watched as the doors clangedtogether behinde her. Her work area was on the 25th floor. Takeing deep breaths Amystared back at herself relected in the mirror like doors. Her long blonde hair was slightlymessed up, and there were bags under her dark brown eyes.
She was all alone.Its not that bad, Amy thought to herself as the elevator slowly asended. Noone else is in here. Im safe. She watched as she passed the first parking garge level,then the second, and the third. Suddenly the elevator stopped.
Amys heart was racing asthe doors opened to reveal a big, musculare man blocking the exit. He stepped inside theelevator, and pushed the botton for the 16th floor. The doors closed behind him. Theywere locked together in a steel cage.Amy stared at him out of the conner of her eyes. Get a grip, she told herself. See the white paper bags, hes just a delivery man, her mind said. That didnt help herthough.
He was wearing tight jeans, a harley davidson shirt, a ripped jean jacket, and ablue banndana wrapped around his over gleed, black curly hair. Tatoos covered his body. Amy took in all of this. See anything you like? he barked at her. This snapped Amy out of her trance.Sorry, I didnt mean to stare, she said looking away. They had just passed the2nd floor.
Well, you were, he said. What was so interesting that you couldnt take youreyes off of it? he asked moveing closer.It was umm…
your tatoos, Amy said quickly as she backed away.Yeah, I bet, he said obviously losing interest in her.Tatoos, tatoos, whats so importin about tatoos again, Amy thought to herselfstill unable to take her eyes off of him. His right hand..
.the news repote! Amy realized asher mind flashed back to the DJs warning of a possiable escape convict. Engineering Reports