Snippet #11044

Harry was the first to arrive on the scene. It was pretty late, so the traffic wasn't as bad, but in New York it almost didn't matter. The entire intersection had to be closed off, and this inconvenienced a lot of drivers and incited many angry words from taxi drivers. But this wasn't what bothered him. This was his very first shift on his own, and he had to come to a car accident involving one of their security buses. Most likely a few prisoners might have taken this opportunity to escape as far as they could, no matter what terrible wounds they've sustained.

Harry saw the man thrown from the SUV, most likely the cause of the accident. "And of course he didn't have his seat belt on..." The SUV had been crumpled up against the large bus, the metal warped, with pieces of the engine and shards of glass scattered everywhere. The bus didn't quite make it out either. The side that had crashed was indented horribly and the windows on that side were all shattered. The other side was relatively left unscathed, though since it was in the middle of the road, it was blocking traffic on all sides.

He enters the wrecked bus and checks for survivors. There were two dead guards on the floor, but there was one guard who was gasping weakly. He was bleeding profusely, from at least three or four gunshot wound. Harry just stood there frozen for a second, paralyzed by the sight of blood. But he reeled himself back. "H-hey! You alright?" Stupid question... He thought to himself. Of course he wasn't alright! He rushed over to the dying officer and knelt over him, checking his pulse. "You gotta tell me what happened!"

The officer, coughing up blood, could only whisper very weakly. He had to say it several times before Harry could comprehend what he was trying to say. "M...Mars...suev...es..."

Harry's face turned pale. "M-Marsueves...?" The police officer nodded. He couldn't believe it. They had just caught the man, and now one of New York's most infamous killers is back on the streets? He couldn't think. He was panicking at this point. C-call it in... The situation finally sinks in. "C-call it in! I gotta call this in!" Harry got out of the bus and made a dash over to his police car and picked up the com. "Th-this is Officer Shiraoka requesting backup! There are at least three officers down, Marsueves has escaped! I repeat, Marsueves Black, has escaped!"