DIAL 911 FOR PIZZA — FINAL HOOK (Amani Version)
I went out for pizza, and so did he — wearing a bomb vest, demanding a pizza, his wife, and his son; I should’ve stayed home.

Three hours later, the cops have stepped back. The bomb squad has failed. The negotiator has failed.

How much time is enough?

Enough is enough.

I’m a soldier. If this is my last day, it won’t be spent cowering behind a twelve-year-old kid clinging to his mother’s skirt.

I take matters into my own hands…
and—