The resulting pandemonium that followed, happened rapidly. Officer Philip ordered all exit shut down and placed the complex on red alert.
My God, I hope this man is truly the person he claims to be, but even he knew he was lying to himself.
Two officers who had just finished their shifts and was about to depart the complex caught his eyes.
"State of emergency boys", officer Philip called out as he hurried towards them. The two men looked puzzled.
"What you saying cap?"
Officer Philip repeated himself, this time with a sense of urgency, "There's been a development boys, I need all hands on deck. A rouge has somehow found his way into the complex. I need all the hands I can get". The two men didn't seem too pleased to be giving up their sleep time. Philip did not care less.
"Dammit", he muttered and reached for his intercom. He had forgotten to ask officer Hernandez to begin checking the security feed. He blurted out a series of rapid instructions.
"Yes cap", The person on the other end replied. Officer Philips ran into the complex. The receptionist on the front desk was already being questioned by another officer.
The girl was saying "I never saw him, he didn't come up here". His intercom buzzed, Philip almost tore it from his belt.
"Just checked with the sign-in register, we have forty six researchers currently in the facility-".
Philip interrupted him. This was no time for statistics.
"Run each and everyone of them through. Let them stop whatever they are working on and assemble in the lobby. Let them know its urgent, and Bobby, make it snappy", Philip barked.
Why haven't these cam guys gotten back to me.
His intercom buzzed again. "We have identified him cap. Dude took the elevator to the third floor. Er underground compartment", the voice added.
Philip raced to the elevator and stabbed at the buttons. "Send Joey down to meet me there, and fast", he replied and cut the connection.
My God, I hope this is just a case of mistaken identity. Something we all can have a good laugh about some day.
The cam guys had updated him and officer Joey rushed to meet him as he exited the elevator. 3-C left he shouted and both of them rushed down to another elevator. The elevator opened and a bunch of kids with their teacher rushed out.
My God! He had completely forgotten about the children who had been having an excursion at the facility. He made way and allowed them pass.
"Keep moving kids", the teacher was saying
When the last one had moved out of the way Philip and Joey rushed into the elevator. The children stared at them with bewildered eyes. As the doors to the elevator closed, Philip thought he heard a kid ask, "where is Mr. Anderson?".
When they reached the 3-C section, Philip was waiting for the guys at the security center to update him on the path the man they were hunting for had taken. He was about to call when his intercom buzzed.
"Which section Hernandez?", Philip was speaking rapidly now.
"Er sir"
"Who is this?"
His intercom began blinking with a yellow light to show that another call was coming through.
"Jackson here sir".
"What is it Jackson?"
"A group of kids and their teacher wants to leave the complex. Requesting clearance sir"
He had completely forgotten about the children again.
"Affirmative", he barked. He wanted to connect with Hernandez who was clearly calling him back.
"Roger that", the voice replied and went off.
He switched to the next call.
"Second section sir", officer Hernandez said as he picked the call. Philip bolted down a flight of stairs and officer Joey followed suit. As they got to the second section, a thumping noise brought them to a stop. They waited and listened. It was coming from the toilet.
The both men pulled out their guns and walked slowly towards the door. A key was in the lock. Philip motioned for Joey to unlock the door while he pointed his pistol at the door. He jerked the door open and a red faced man stumbled out
"Hold it there", Philip barked. "Who the hell are you?"
The man who was now looking puzzled replied.
"I am Anderson".
"Anderson from where?", Philip nearly shouted in frustration.
"Anderson", the man muttered, "The children's teacher".
Philip hands dropped rapidly as he tore at the intercom on his belt.
"Jackson", he shouted
"Yes sir!"."Stop those kids! Don't let anyone leave the premises".
"What did you say sir", he voice asked again.
"No one leaves the premises, stop those kids"
"Its too late sir", the voice replied. "Their bus just drove off a min ago".
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