4.h.
“But sir,
there was gunfire,” the security officer said, telephone receiver in one hand,
the other one pressing the earpiece of his headset closer as though he was
having difficulty understanding the noises coming through it and they might
possibly orientate themselves to something more comprehensive if he just pushed
hard enough.
“No sir. Yes.
Yes. Yeah I know I don’t own the
building but–
“That’s not–
“Sir–
“I–
“I–
“That’s not–
“That’s for
the police to decide, sir.”
At this point
the security officer pulled the earpiece away from his head. A garbled string of very irate words roared
our, small and metallic.
“No sir, I
wasn’t threatening–
“Yes I under–
“I–
“Yes. Yes.
“I know that’s
why you get the big bucks, sir.
“Fine.
“Yes.
“I will, sir.
“Thank you,
sir.”