Snippet #12063

It was morning and he was just now coming in to work. The night before, he spent it filling out paper work and making the necessary calls and arrangements to isolate all of Manhattan from the rest of the world. Of course he wasn't very confident that this would work. At least, if this was going to happen, there'd be a lot of noise in the process.

Sure enough, the mayor himself walked through the door of the police station, followed by his body guards, outraged. "Just what is this?!" He said in a shrilly voice. "Who sent this in? WHO??" He waved the very papers that Harry himself delivered.

Harry meekly raised his hand. "I-I did sir, but it's only because we are in--"

The mayor cut him off. "What? Why are you raising your hand? Still haven't graduated from kindergarten?!" He moved up and threw the papers at Harry. "So your Shiraoky huh??"

Harry tried to stand firm. "I-it's Shiraoka si--"

"I don't care!" The mayor snapped. "You want me to close off Manhattan? For what?! This one stupid idiot who you morons couldn't even send to jail correctly?!"

Harry was a bit offended. "It wasn't our fault sir! The bus had been broadsided in an accident. And the murderer that escaped--"

"Yeah yeah, Marsuvs or something like that, I don't care!" Harry was about to correct him again but thought against it. "You know what will happen if I forbid people from leaving and entering this island? Mass hysteria!" The mayor shouted waving his arms. "How would we get any resources in here?"

"We have set it up so only authorized vehicles can come in. Once their in, they can't come out. And anyway, there should be enough here on this island already for us to last for a good month. More than enough time to hunt down Marsueves."

"And what am I supposed to tell the people when they found out that they're going to be stuck here with a complete lunatic?"

Harry stood resolute. "Then we as the police will do everything in our power to calm the populace. We will do everything in our power to--"

The mayor cut him off once more. "Enough! I couldn't trust you nitwits to watch my bread toast!"

Lieutenant Garret, just returning from his late night. "What seems to be the problem here?"