Snippet #11436

Harry stood with the other police officers, as he reported his account of what happened when he got there. Which wasn't much. By the time the ambulance finally reached the scene, there were at least three other police cars who made it to the scene. The bus driver survived, and the one who spoke with Harry in the bus had also miraculously survived until the medics got there. It seemed he had all his vital organs intact, despite being shot three times. The other two guards of the bus weren't as fortunate, as they were dead when Harry first got there. Especially Officer Taylor, who had been shot at least six or seven times. Harry couldn't believe that any one man could be so brutal.

His superior Officer, Lieutenant Garret, had come to the scene in a most foul mood. He stood like a giant among his men, towering close to seven feet. He was also built like a tank, so much so he had to get his uniform specially fitted. "Just who the hell let this happen?!" He roared, making everyone else afraid to even breathe.

"N-no one sir..." Harry stuttered. "This was all an accident." He looked over to the SUV. "Apparently the man was drunk, and hadn't seen the red light. He uh...Black just used the opportunity to escape..."

Lieutenant Garret flared again. "So what?! Are you saying this was some kind of lame-ass prank from GOD!?!"

This time Harry just shut up. "Geez! You guys are all so...!!!" Garret took off his hat and rubbed his face. Harry could understand. If he could blow up right there he could. They had finally caught this man after so many years. Garret was there for the trial to make sure he got what he deserved. "Okay," Garret continued, once calming down. "We are not letting this bastard out of here a free man, we got that?!"

He shouted at the officers again. "Set up road blocks all across the damn island! Get every available officer onto patrol! Absolutely no one comes in, and no one comes out! We're gonna shut down Manhattan like it's martial law! We're not even letting a rat leave this place, understood?!"

Harry spoke up meekly. "B-but sir, there's procedures, red tape, politicians...it'll take time to even get permission..."

You could almost see a vein on Garret's forehead ready to burst. "Well then, GET IT DONE!!"

And with a shaky salute, he quickly rushed back to his car, getting everything ready.

Meanwhile Lieutenant Garret simply sat down, massaging his temples. This was going to be a long night.