THE HEIST : SCENE 2 THE BEAT DOWN

      He gradually regained consciousness,  he was dazed and his vision was hazy,he tried to get to his feet, but they couldn't carry him, they crumbled under him as though made of rubber, he gathered himself  in a corner trying to get his bearings ,it was then he noticed the blood running down the side of his head,he looked down at his feet and there was a pool of blood on the floor and he couldn't

comprehend what was happening ,he glanced around and was able to tell he was in the cafeteria at work, what time it was and why he was there was still a mystery,
he dragged himself to the closest window to look out trying to determine the time of day,the movement was painful and only then did the full extent of his wounds dawn on him,his head was aching from where he must have hit it against a hard surface or object , from the look outside the window he was sure the time wasn't too far after 5am, just then he heard  foots steps approaching from outside the room , from the area along the corridor he suspected, he was automatically thrown into a dilemma should he brace up for the intruder or pretend to still be unconsciousness, he had no time to decide, he noticed the blood trail marks he had made and decided against the latter.
  The footsteps got closer and closer  and finally  stopped at the door of the cafeteria , the persons lingered for what seemed like hours and the door flew open and nothing prepared for what he saw,fear gripped him and paralyzed him, memories immediately began to seep into his consciousness,  he only just realized what exactly  was happening and why he was still in pyamins in the office at this odd time of  the day.
  He was staring up the barrel of 2 M16 assault rifles in the hands of 2 heavily built men putting on fatigue and ski masks, heavily laden with ammunition belts Cris crossing their cavalier vest heavy hard heeled military style boots , the sight was of that from a coventional war movie,  he closed his eyes tight as if to wake up from a night mare,but it did no good, the first man muffled to the other "good he is awake" and went on to grab him by the collar of his pygmies,  like he was nothing more than a doll, they dragged him out of the cafeteria into the corridor down to the reception area, along the way he could make out severally empty Duffie bags which seemed out of place, they must belong to the commandos looking men he concluded, he taught about his family trying to remember the last thing Clara his wife said to him the night before and how he had tucked  Jane into bed, he prayed those weren't the last time he would see them, he relaxed and and allowed the men drag him on through the reception into the back room area, as they got into the back room proper he could see 3 more commando dressed guys also with ski masks and armed to the teeth ,

he could also make out 4 other people in night wears like him lying on the floor also bloodied he peered into the store room where a boot seemed to be sticking out and he could just make out with 2 life less bodies in uniforms, most likely the security guards on duty, he became afraid these men had killed and hence were more dangerous, he began to sweat as his heart sank as the little hope of seeing his family again slowly faded away.
    One of the men that dragged him approached the 3 other men who seemed to be deep  discussion and the team member approach the guy who seemed to be the man in charge looked up as the approaching man said in a low tone Mr Bedford is awake, the boss looked over to my direction ad signaled the remaining man to pull me over, he grabbed me and dragged a few meters close to the boss and dropped me in a heap beside the boss, take it easy the boss said we don't want him unconscious  again  we are already behind schedule as he said that he looked to my direction and smiled , i couldn't make out his face behind the ski mask but the voice struck me ,it sounded familiar.

  Good morning Mr bedford, we apologise for the impromptu meet but we were unable to book an appointment earlier,please forgive the rough handling of my men they are overzealous sometimes,  you can relax as long as you cooperate you will be fine, as he kept talking one of hostages  began to stir and he could make out Mrs Nelly,she seemed disoriented and must have been slapped around a few times, he felt pang of pity for her, he couldn't imagine the fear and emotional trauma she would be going through ,his situation suddenly seemed better , she tried to stand up but couldnt she immediately began to sob, crying to herself "what am i doing here".