[ WP ] Whilst two kidnappers are holding a person hostage , they find out they 've kidnapped the wrong guy .

`` How could you think this guy was the one we wanted?'' The taller kidnapper waved his hand in my direction. `` For chrissake he looks like he just gone done managing a Burger King. What the fuck were you thinking?'' 
 
 Light was flooding in through the blinds, projecting from the street level where every cop and newscaster had arrived to report on the newest big name hostage situation. 
 
 `` He's the guy. I'm telling you he's the one we want!'' The fat one shouted back. `` Why do n't you ask him?'' 
 
 The tall man came over and ripped off the duct tape pulling part of my chapped lips with it. His masked face was inches from mine. I could hear his heavy breathing and see the crazy in his wide black eyes. 
 
 `` Who are you?'' 
 
 I was afraid to speak, so I kept silent. 
 
 `` WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?'' 
 
 `` Mike Bradley.'' I blurted out in fear. 
 
 The tall man stood up after replacing the duct tape on my mouth and walked over to his partner. `` Mike Bradley? Mike. Fucking. Bradley? Are you dyslexic or something? Are you fucking retarded?'' 
 
 `` It's spelled the same.'' 
 
 `` Bardley and Bradley are not spelled the same. Do you know how much shit we are going to be in? We are so fucked right now. With Bardley we would have left here with a million fucking dollars! With Mike over here we get nothing except a prison sentence and a dead hostage.'' 
 
 I tried to shout through my sealed lips, rocking the chair they had me tied to. They both looked at me for a second and then went back to arguing. 
 
 `` We have one way out of this. We bring him with us and dispose of him later. Did he get a good look at your face?'' The tall man asked. 
 
 `` No. You?'' 
 
 `` What the fuck do you think? I walked in here after you nabbed him and I have n't taken my mask off.'' 
 
 Here was a strange place. It was approximately a five minute drive in the back of a windowless van from the convention center. Two flights of stairs and down a narrow apartment hallway. I was bagged the whole time from the moment the fat man tazed me onward. 
 
 `` Alright, well the place is surrounded pretty good. We just need to keep the door barricaded and our eyes on alert. We will wait for the phone call and work out a deal with the negotiator.'' The fat man said. 
 
 `` A deal? What the fuck kind of deal do you think we are going to work out that does n't end with them storming this place and taking their chances with a shootout. They wo n't call, we wo n't get a deal!'' 
 
 At that very moment the phone started to ring. All three of us stared at the handset sitting on the kitchen counter. The tall man picked up the phone and the fat man leaned in close to listen in. 
 
 `` Hello?'' 
 
 A pause. 
 
 `` Yes we do.'' The tall man picked up the televsion remote and flipped through the static filled channels until he found the local news station. The TV was muted, but a headline was plastered all over the screen: BREAKING: MIKE BARDLEY CURRENTLY HELD HOSTAGE. 
 
 The tall man hung up the phone and shouted with joy. `` They think we Bardley. They do n't know we have some no name asshole!''
