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We Have Questions For You

We have questions for you. Turn the recorder on they do. A man sits there with a calm menace in his stare. You're going down don't you know? You better tell us what you know. Speak now and confess to the crimes you've committed in there. Blank stare they receive. No fear, sat at ease. A number spills from the man, a rank and name follow on as he observes the shackles holding him there. Don't give us this sh#t, we've just had enough if it. You shot them all and then tried to get away. A knock at the door they receive. A superior asks the detective to leave and follow him down the corridor to the stairs. There is a man in my room. He's here to confirm that we cannot hold this person any longer in there. He killed 6 sir you know? Shot them at close range, I just can't let him go! That's a murderer sitting in there! Terrorists in a cell, too close to unleashing hell....it's been confirmed. Stopped by Special Forces. This is now not our concern. That's no criminal in your hold, that's a state weapon you've got in there. Give him back his gun and do it without any further questions - just do it right away. Take the 'cuffs off of him and escort them both out of this building - just get them away. But??? Sir???? No more talk DS Reed, let him go if you please and for the sake of your family......be f@#king thankful he was there.

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