Cryptic Message

The naked monster truck driver placed the box of staples on the desk, tossed the six of diamonds into the trash, and walked out the door.  “Such a cryptic way to get your point across,” thought Waylon.  The only thing he could really do is hope that the person the message was intended for, saw it and understood.  Otherwise, they’d all be dead—and in the very near future it seemed. 

Of course, Waylon and the others did not trust the monster truck driver, and a lack of trust must be why the man holding them hostage insisted that he enter naked, bringing only those things necessary to pass on the proper message, wordlessly, as instructed.  Even the hostage holder had no idea who the recipient was or what the message meant, only that it must take place if he were to be allowed to let the hostages leave this place alive.  You see, the hostage holder was himself a hostage—held there by unknown hands under the threat of death should he fail to carry out his mandated mission. 

Warily, they all watched, waiting to see if the message had served its intended purpose.  Precious minutes ticked by ominously.  The hostages stared at each other, eyes wide with fear and the dread that this might be their last bit of time alive.  Not much of a final memory, most of them were thinking—at least except for him, the one running the show.

Of course, no one knew who he was.  “I should win an academy award for this performance,” he mused silently as he maintained that wide-eyed frightened look that matched those on the faces of the hostages.  Little did they know that message had just saved their lives.  Yes, had the Staples’ Office Supply little league team not arrived at the baseball diamond before 6:00, they all would have been carried out of there feet first.

Instead, now they could all walk out, living to tell the tale of this bizarre day.