The chopper hovered like a dragonfly outside the 44th floor apartment window of Marcus Towers. It's gun turrets were pointed like ugly barbs at the window. The pilot sighted the men inside the apartment on his infrared sensor but he couldn't get a clear shot. They were hiding behind the large granite kitchen table.
"Do you think we'll get out of this alive?" one man asked the other over the defeaning sound of the chopper.
"I think we'll die here, like the dogs that we are."
"At least dogs have better lives." the first man spat on the carpeted floor.
"There is a way out," the second man said.
"We can take that cat hostage."
Right on cue, an orange colored tabby walked by the two men, ignoring them, the chopper and the tension filled in the room.
The first men picked up the cat by the scruff of its neck.
"They will never let us kill a cat. Everyone loves cats."
The second man gave him a thumb up.
The cat meowed it's displeasure.
In the chopper the pilot patted the scratches left on his face by his cat. He hated the fucking animal.