Being handcuffed to the bench, Lisa had no choice but watch the ensuing brawl that took place right in front of her. She yelled at them, to try and make them stop, but they weren't listening.
She grabbed the man who'd been slugged in the face, putting him in a headlock with her free hand and grabbing for the handcuff keys. She got herself loose and grabbed his gun. Everyone froze. "Look...I don't know what is going on here, but I work here. Does anyone else actually work here?" Everyone else looked around, blankly. "My name is Detective Lisa Holmes, although I don't look it, clearly. Anyone who has a gun who isn't a police officer, I want you to put the gun down on the desk and we'll lock it up for safety."
"I don't think so," the dark-skinned woman said.
"And why not?"
She showed Lisa and everyone else what she had spotted on a nearby desk. It was a mug shot and arrest report on her.
Lisa wavered. How was that possible?
