How to Deal With a Negotiator

As the sun sets, the bank darkens until it's nearly pitch black inside. The hostages are stone silent. I discreetly eye the gun in his lap. His thick finger is still poised on the trigger. I've got to disarm him. You know, they'd probably just give you a slap on the wrist if you gave up the hostages. They want to kill me. So fuck all of them.