Chapter 8 Chapter Six
For some reason, the phone at Hotel Dandolo never rang.Alberto Ghirlandaio was exhausted and wanted to go back to his family.
"What information do we have so far?" He looked intently at General Bucharedini, the Chief of Staff of the Italian Army. What are we going to do when we get down?"
Edgardo Bucharettini shook his head.They are still standing in the lobby of the Dandolo Hotel. It has been two days since it happened, but they still have no clue.
"Why not attack directly?" Alberto suggested.
"Don't think that group of city senators would like this. Besides, there may be hostages in there. How do we know if everyone has escaped?"
"We really don't know," Alberto had to admit.
"I'm scared," whispered Athena Richards, who was hungry and tired. "I think I've wet my pants." After the gang rushed in and shot at the ornate ceiling, she has been huddled in the four halls of the Governor's Palace with her boyfriend, Robert Davidson, also an American. The young couple from Virginia, one is a general practitioner, the other is a sheriff of the local police force.The two had always wanted to visit Venice and had read many books about the city's people and battles.They agreed that Venice was a place that must be seen before dying.But now what an irony! Robert hugged her closer. "I've been in worse situations before," he said, leaning against the cold wall in the small, dark room to comfort her. "We just need to find our way out—no matter who they are Will know we're here, I think so." Athena looked up at his face and smiled. "I have faith in you, Robert. I just want to get back to our hotel." "We will, and we'll be back soon," Robert promised.He stood up and walked to an open window, gazing out at the lagoon. Athena looked at him, and then he suddenly knelt on the ground and fell down without a sound. "Robert?" Athena rushed to his side, and saw blood slowly flowing down his left cheek. "Robert! Robert, what's wrong with you... oh my god, Robert!" She hugged his head. He looked into her frightened eyes, "I think I was shot." Robert said in a low voice, lowered his head, and a pool of blood gradually spread under his body. Athena's painful screams resounded through the governor's mansion, and of course they did not escape Jon's ears.He stood up and ran, followed by the others. However, when the three arrived at the fourth hall, only Robert's body was left to greet them. Jon turned Robert over and saw the gash on his forehead. "He was shot." Jon looked up at the open window.He stood up and stared out the window at the lake. "From the church tower." He moved quickly away from the window. "They must have thought he was one of us." "We must find the man who screamed just now." Akbar Bazaz emphasized. The thirty-year-old Indian Muslim is studying oceanography at the University of Edinburgh in Scotland.During a field trip to Iceland, he met Jon.And that day he was particularly angry because of what happened in his homeland. "Let's split up," he said, looking at Jon, who was wiping Robert Davidson's blood with a handkerchief. "Let's search this floor, she shouldn't be far away."
The woman could no longer hide her curiosity.She got up from her seat and walked to the aisle where the incident happened. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Patrick Quinn turned to look at her: "You are?" "Lindsay, Lindsay Michelle." She tried to force a reassuring smile. "you are a doctor?" "No," Lindsay replied, "I am, I am a social volunteer." She didn't think the other party would want to hear that she was a reporter. "What branch?" "North Dublin." "No, I mean what are you good at?" Patrick explained.He turned his attention back to Sinead just in time to see her drive the needle into her chest. "No!" he yelled, grabbing the syringe vigorously. Padraic lost his grip on the syringe and it rolled to the floor.Sinide quickly picked it up and inserted it into the chest again. Everyone prepared for the worst.
The Major's words still rang in Nick's ears as he left Vauxhall Barracks in Oxfordshire: "We're going to send you to Treviso, you know, time is running out." The flight was still four hours away from Stansted, enough time to buy a change of clothes and some toiletries. Nick was always afraid that he was facing the bomb too much, and he felt uncomfortable.He's seen too many of his teammates take the risk again and again and pay with their lives for it.Isn't that why he quit the army? Of course, Ola Kahan was a bait.The major was right, this was an opportunity not to be missed, and Nick took the bait.Hooks, lines, buoys.What choice does he have?He is not responsible to anyone.He is a bachelor with no children and no parents.His Irish-born mother and Greek father both died of heart attacks within a year, leaving no will.Nick has matured far beyond his years.This action may be just what he needs, and it may inject new vitality into his tired body.Maybe. On the other hand, it may be his death.
"I'm scared," whispered Athena Richards, who was hungry and tired. "I think I've wet my pants." After the gang rushed in and shot at the ornate ceiling, she has been huddled in the four halls of the Governor's Palace with her boyfriend, Robert Davidson, also an American. The young couple from Virginia, one is a general practitioner, the other is a sheriff of the local police force.The two had always wanted to visit Venice and had read many books about the city's people and battles.They agreed that Venice was a place that must be seen before dying.But now what an irony! Robert hugged her closer. "I've been in worse situations before," he said, leaning against the cold wall in the small, dark room to comfort her. "We just need to find our way out—no matter who they are Will know we're here, I think so." Athena looked up at his face and smiled. "I have faith in you, Robert. I just want to get back to our hotel." "We will, and we'll be back soon," Robert promised.He stood up and walked to an open window, gazing out at the lagoon. Athena looked at him, and then he suddenly knelt on the ground and fell down without a sound. "Robert?" Athena rushed to his side, and saw blood slowly flowing down his left cheek. "Robert! Robert, what's wrong with you... oh my god, Robert!" She hugged his head. He looked into her frightened eyes, "I think I was shot." Robert said in a low voice, lowered his head, and a pool of blood gradually spread under his body. Athena's painful screams resounded through the governor's mansion, and of course they did not escape Jon's ears.He stood up and ran, followed by the others. However, when the three arrived at the fourth hall, only Robert's body was left to greet them. Jon turned Robert over and saw the gash on his forehead. "He was shot." Jon looked up at the open window.He stood up and stared out the window at the lake. "From the church tower." He moved quickly away from the window. "They must have thought he was one of us." "We must find the man who screamed just now." Akbar Bazaz emphasized. The thirty-year-old Indian Muslim is studying oceanography at the University of Edinburgh in Scotland.During a field trip to Iceland, he met Jon.And that day he was particularly angry because of what happened in his homeland. "Let's split up," he said, looking at Jon, who was wiping Robert Davidson's blood with a handkerchief. "Let's search this floor, she shouldn't be far away."
The woman could no longer hide her curiosity.She got up from her seat and walked to the aisle where the incident happened. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Patrick Quinn turned to look at her: "You are?" "Lindsay, Lindsay Michelle." She tried to force a reassuring smile. "you are a doctor?" "No," Lindsay replied, "I am, I am a social volunteer." She didn't think the other party would want to hear that she was a reporter. "What branch?" "North Dublin." "No, I mean what are you good at?" Patrick explained.He turned his attention back to Sinead just in time to see her drive the needle into her chest. "No!" he yelled, grabbing the syringe vigorously. Padraic lost his grip on the syringe and it rolled to the floor.Sinide quickly picked it up and inserted it into the chest again. Everyone prepared for the worst.
The Major's words still rang in Nick's ears as he left Vauxhall Barracks in Oxfordshire: "We're going to send you to Treviso, you know, time is running out." The flight was still four hours away from Stansted, enough time to buy a change of clothes and some toiletries. Nick was always afraid that he was facing the bomb too much, and he felt uncomfortable.He's seen too many of his teammates take the risk again and again and pay with their lives for it.Isn't that why he quit the army? Of course, Ola Kahan was a bait.The major was right, this was an opportunity not to be missed, and Nick took the bait.Hooks, lines, buoys.What choice does he have?He is not responsible to anyone.He is a bachelor with no children and no parents.His Irish-born mother and Greek father both died of heart attacks within a year, leaving no will.Nick has matured far beyond his years.This action may be just what he needs, and it may inject new vitality into his tired body.Maybe. On the other hand, it may be his death.