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Randin growled. "I said step AWAY." He shut his car door and moved steadily towards the trio. "On the ground! Hands behind your head, ankles crossed!" He had no time to play 'who dunnit'. Whoever this man was, Randin obviously had reasonable grounds to arrest him. His sob stories could wait for a judge. Right now, his priority was getting him in cuffs so he couldn't bolt the moment he stooped down to assess the two bodies lying motionless on the street. Randin never took his eyes off Bachmann, but he could tell in his peripheral that at least one of the downed civilians was still breathing.

"Contact, I need a med team at my location," he grumbled into the comm link on his wrist. The squawking reply in his ear deepened his frown. All paramedics in the area were already occupied. Randin would need to administer medical attention himself or risk losing a life.

Assuming Bachmann was willing to follow directions, the assassin would be a good distance from Machida and his daughter, hopefully on the ground in the position Randin had instructed. The detective wanted to cuff the man himself, but he simply had no time. Jackie needed help NOW.

"Y'wanna prove your innocence?" Randin reached into his belt and removed his cuffs, tossing them to him, "put these on yourself and stay where you are. Keep your hands behind your back when you do it." He snarled, his tone a low, minacious rumble. "Try and run n'I'll put a shock charge in your back before you make three steps."

A quick pass over Adrianna easily told Randin that she was no longer alive. He moved to Jackie, position himself so that Bachmann was still in his line of sight. He knelt down and removed several small capsules from his belt, setting them beside the near-death gangster. He paused for a moment before snapping out a small sphere-like device and setting it beside the other capsules. Removing his Caddy from his belt, he flipped to 'medscan' and passed the device over Jackie's body. A biofeed lit up the screen a moment later, illuminating the gangster's muscle tissues, intestinal layout and skeleton. Three shattered ribs. Punctured organs. Considerable blood-loss. Weakening heartbeat and failed respiration.

There was no hesitation in Randin's movements, his hands a speedy blur as they passed between capsule and almost-corpse. Biofoam squirted into Jackie's wounds, sealing and sterilizing the craters in the man's skin. He very carefully turned Jackie over on his back, cautious of the bone shards trapped between his fragile intestines. This wasn't Kaye's first rodeo.

With his wounds sealed, Jackie was saved from death by blood loss. There was still the matter of his circulation and breathing, of course. Just Randin's luck that he didn't have a defibrillator on him. He'd have to do this the old fashioned way. Throwing open Jackie's shirt, the detective laced his hands together and knotted them at the man's sternum. He began administering CPR with a carefully measured cadence.

"C'mon you sonuva bitch..." he growled, pausing only to offer the gangster the kiss of life and press his ear to man's mouth and chest, looking for either breathing or a heartbeat.

As he worked, Randin looped his Caddy into the back of his belt, setting it to 'Scout'. The device emitted a series of ultrasonic waves over a broad distance, quickly alerting the detective to any people coming from behind. He checked his surroundings as he pumped, vigilant eyes passing over every crack and corner. Randin knew the dangers of a solo cop in a hostile environment only all too well.