Shakir: Come and try to destroy me hell! Throw hottest fires, the strongest brimstone, and legions of wicked men and demons at me! I do not fear you for I have Allah as my savior and creator! It is Allah who is the true ruler of the realms not you!
People begin to gather infront of the hotel looking up at Shakir freighted that he might jump, a few people are on their cell phones talking to a 911 operator. The sight of a crowd gathering only encourages Shakir to stand his ground against the vile sinners and demons below him, the wild Arabic shouts out as loud as he can challenging all who can hear his voice.
Shakir: You all gather to destroy me! Come and attempt such a thing! I do not run, I do not waver I stand strong against the tides of hell itself!
Shakir obviously delusional walks closer to the edge of the building his arms still out wide.
Shakir: You tempt me with day after day with sins of the flesh! I ward off each attack you throw against me, I pray to Allah for strength and he has granted me more strength then I could ever imagine this day! He has given me the strength to stand against all of you wicked creatures amassed below me wishing to see my head on a pike!
Shakir pulls out a handgun from his robe holding the gun up in the air he squeezes the trigger firing a round off into the sky causing a panicked reaction from the crowd, by that time here comes a convoy of cop cars, ambulances, and a fire truck.
Shakir: I have many surprises in store for all of you, you won’t drag me to the pits of hell without a fight.
Shakir waves his gun around firing random shots into the air and into the parking lot as he continues to yell out at the crowd below.
Shakir: Where is that sin filled serpent at! Which among you is he shrouded in the disguise of flesh! I challenge you right here in your territory serpent! I am on your ground this day ready to fight you on behalf of Allah! You can’t have my soul it belongs to Allah!
Shakir takes off his sandals and throws them out into the crowd hitting a news reporter with one of them out of pure luck.
Shakir: Gather around me all you want wicked men! Gnash your teeth at me, claw at me, you will not like what I am about to reveal!
Shakir opens his robe revealing he has several bombs strapped around his body.
Shakir: LOOK! LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE BROUGHT UPON YOURSELVES SINNERS OF ALLAH! MARVEL UPON MY DIVINE WEAPON! WITH A SINGLE MOTION I WILL CLEANSE YOU ALL FROM EXISTENCE!
The Camera cuts to static as it switches over to Curt.
Curt Evers: Let’s give Senester an applause for his success at Havoc, who would of ever thought the boring hero Buff Bridges would have been dealt with so swiftly at long last!
Just then Curt sees people running pass the sona and hears a lot of commotion, his curiosity gets the best of him as he peeks his head out the sona a few more people run passed him and then another whom he grabs and yanks into the sona.
Curt Evers: What the fuk is happening out there? HUH?!
Man: Some crazy towel head has climbed atop the hotel, he has a gun and a bomb strapped to him he is threatening to jump out into the crowd below and detonate the bomb!
Curt releases his tight grip on the man shoving him down before sprinting out of the sona, as he comes upon a desk in the front lobby he grabs the phone and begins punching in Senester’s number but only reaches the voice mail.
Curt Evers: Lord Senester we have a problem here, Shakir has flipped the fuk out and is threatening to blow this place to kingdom come, if he gets taken down and hauled off we are going to need your assistance on getting us out of this situation.
Curt slams the phone down before running to an elevator and heading up to his room to put some clothes on.
The Camera switches back over to Shakir who hears the door to the top of the hotel swing open a swat team is seen rushing out with their weapons leveled at him.
Swat Leader: Put down your weapon, slowly take the bomb off and get on your knees with your hands up!
Shakir slowly turns around with his hands up placing the gun on the ground he has a wild out of control look on his face.
Shakir: Look what I have….
Shakir pulls out a hand grenade threatening to pull the pin.
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