It had taken the cop all day, but he had finally, FINALLY, managed to track down this weasly little terrorist.
Sure, he didn't have the others backing him up, but he could handle one measly little terrorist on his own.
So, as he turned on his megaphone, and called out,
"PUT YOUR HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD, TERRORIST. I HAVE YOU CORNERED."
He expected no more than the male to try and flee at the sight of him, or rather, sound of his voice.









