NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!"Richie raised his fists above his head and barreled forward as the image of his father vanished like smoke. His fists ...truck home, bashing against the glass with a terrible report.Melinda flinched and looked up, her eyes widening. "Richie?? What the hell--?!" Stop talking and help me!" Richie cried. He smashed his fists against the glass. "Come on, I can't do this by myself!"Melinda stood as renewed strength burned in her eyes. She raised her trembling fists and. I stood by the door and listened to Mr and Mrs Hussain's footsteps as they ascended the stairs. I was obviously concerned at how angry they would be, I would have some apologising to do of that there is no doubt.Mr Hussain reached the top of the stairs first, an unattractive overweight Pakistani man he stood at around 5,5 tall, grey jumper and jeans, with jet black short hair and a dark bushy beard. He looked to be in his late 50's early 60's. Mrs Hussain followed slowly behind and was wearing. Yes we do have a map and a couple of photos,” Tasha replied for him. That came from the reply of the hostage taker inside. The maps are the same ones being used by the FBI.”“Okay, let’s find out how much juice the SJL has. Maurice get me permission to go in there. Don’t worry about the people inside. Just tell the Fib-bees not to shoot my ass full of holes.Tasha get me a bike of some kind. Oh yeah while we are here ask the waitress for a hamburger steak and fries. Put it on the expense account. “My wife Elizabeth, looked over the budget and found money to do that very thing – she found money in two previously unknown bank accounts, Jeff. Plenty of money to give the raises and not having to raise any taxes.” I said.“You had your wife look over the books of the city? What the hell for?” Jeff said angrily.“She’s got the bookkeeping skills in the family, plus a bunch of schooling at OSU. She knows what she’s doing, Jeff?”“YOU PRICK – I got you friends and money to run to become a City.