John is dizzy, his vision still working hard to clear, and he thinks he might have a concussion, but it's not the first and he's not too worried about it. Reaching up, he touches the back of his head and finds a bit of blood, but it's bleeding slowly, sluggishly, and he decides not to worry about that either. He's been injured far worse than this and he's continued to work through it. Standing by Karen now, knowing what she can do, that's barely any work at all.
Forcing himself to stand tall, to stand shoulder to shoulder with her, John flips back the edge of his jacket to reveal the badge on his belt.
"Darrow PD," he warns. "I'm arresting your friend there on the floor and we'll have enough backup in less than five minutes to cuff the rest of you, too." He smiles a little. "Don't test her. It's a bad idea."
And yet not even that stops one of them. It's not the one who'd spoken, not the others who are still staring at Karen with something akin to awe, but the man who had been in the back room all this time. He comes rushing forward and John sees a flash in one hand, though whether it's a gun or a knife, he doesn't care. He draws his weapon, but he knows Karen will be faster.
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Forcing himself to stand tall, to stand shoulder to shoulder with her, John flips back the edge of his jacket to reveal the badge on his belt.
"Darrow PD," he warns. "I'm arresting your friend there on the floor and we'll have enough backup in less than five minutes to cuff the rest of you, too." He smiles a little. "Don't test her. It's a bad idea."
And yet not even that stops one of them. It's not the one who'd spoken, not the others who are still staring at Karen with something akin to awe, but the man who had been in the back room all this time. He comes rushing forward and John sees a flash in one hand, though whether it's a gun or a knife, he doesn't care. He draws his weapon, but he knows Karen will be faster.