13, An Unlucky Number (FULL LENGTH!!!)

My book 13, An Unlucky Number is quite a long novel about a case worker named Angela. Her life is scarred by the need for revenge of a man named Steelo and his accomplice Skull. Together they try to settle a century old score, striking at Angela in any way they can. Victims piling up, Angela tries to run but whether Steelo and Skull succeed or fail at their path of destruction, 13 will turn out to be Angela's unlucky number.

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15. Bomb Shell

Jamie looked up from holding Ashley when Angela burst through the hotel room door. She looked flustered and frantic, breathing heavily as she came towards him. "Angela?.. Whats wrong? Please.. Tell me.." he pleaded, worry woven into his voice. "We have to get out of here now! I don't have time to explain," Angela instructed, hurrying over to pick up Ashley's basket and held it towards Jamie, "Place her in. You grab Dennis.. and be quick." Jamie lifted Dennis from the bed, who grunted, displeased at his disturbance and rushed out of the room, closing the door behind him. The two of them bolted downstairs to try and sneak out the back door, only to find it locked and bolted. Angela slid the bolts across, but had no idea how she could unlock it. Then the thought sprang to the front of her mind. She looked down at her pocket, remembering the strange key card Riley had given her. He'd been right.. she did need it. 

Sliding the card into the thin slot, the red light turned green and the door clicked open. Angela rushed Jamie out of the hotel and into the back-alley of the streets. He was breathing heavy, his back arched and hand gripping his knees. "Now will you tell me what's going on?! ," he urged, as if angry or impatient. Angela gave a deep sigh. "Alright. The two men.. They've planted a bomb in the Hotel..." They both became silent. "I have to go back in there.. Look after Ashley and Dennis, just for a few minutes while I try and figure out how I'm going to get all these people out of here.." Angela requested, placing the basket containing Ashley on the floor next to Jamie. As she turned to leave, Jamie grabbed her arm. "Wait," he insisted, "What about an alarm of some type?.. like a fire alarm. If that went off, everyone would have to get out." Angela turned to Jamie and hugged him, smiling proudly. "Jamie, your a genius!," she praised him. Then she hesitated, and pulled back slightly. "But wait.. how am I going to set it off?" she pointed out, "Oh, I'm sure I'll think of something." She darted back into the hotel to notice a smoke alarm on the ceiling. "Great", Angela muttered to herself, "What now? Do I really have to set this place on fire? And how in God's name am I going to do that?!" 

Angela looked around, frantically searching for a way to set the fire alarm off. Then she noticed another way. "Yes!," she cried. There was a 'break-the-glass' fire box. She hurried over to the red rectangle mounted on the wall and punched the glass as hard as she could. The glass shattered to reveal a small black dot. A button. She pressed it violently and the fire alarm rang, echoing through the huge building. She could see Jamie, bouncing up and down just outside the door, through the glass windows behind her and she sprinted out of the hotel to glide into his arms. "We did it!," she smiled down at him. Streams of people were making their way out of the hotel all with confused and nervous looks glued on their faces, but Angela smiled. "We saved the day!," announced Jamie, his grin huge with delight. Angela smiled back down at him. "But it's not over yet. We need to get away from this building or we'll be caught in the blast." She lifted Ashley's basket from the floor and Jamie still clutched Dennis in his arms as the cat mewed, intrigued by all the activity, with his ears pointed and eyes wide. Side by side the two ran out from the alley-way and a few blocks away from the hotel. Now it was just a matter of seconds before the bomb would go off.

Jamie, Angela and Dennis watched as the bomb exploded, the hotel erupting with dust. The huge building collapsed, floor by floor, and debris flowed like rivers from the smashed windows. Glass fell like sharp, glittery rain and as the shards hit the concrete they fragmented into tiny pieces. The place was wrecked. Angela sighed. At least no one got hurt.. that she was aware of, anyway. Her heart was still drumming fast, thudding after the whole rush. It felt as though it would explode, like the bomb, in her chest. And yet she was relieved. I saved all of us; Jamie, Ashley, Dennis.. and even myself, she said to herself. Then her heart dropped. Where are we going to go now?

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