George wished he had a gun right now, or some kind of weapon, but all he had was himself.
All day, he had felt like so much of a failure. It was his job to keep the public safe from the hardened criminals in his prison. And now all or most of them were out in the wind. Of course, this sort of situation couldn't have possibly been prepared for. The whole thing was completely ludicrous. But still ... he felt responsible for it all.
But now, he had a chance to catch one of his prisoners. One of the worst, actually. Brick Harrison, former military and one of the top hitmen for the mob. He definitely was one of the most deadly prisoners in George's care.
Still running, George turned down the street that he spotted the truck turning onto. And then he stopped dead in his tracks. The truck was parked ... right in front of the Madison house. Was it just a coincidence? Or was that Brick's destination. Suddenly, he grew afraid. Three helpless people were in that house: a little boy, a teenage boy, and a pregnant woman.
George stiffened up. What was he doing? He was tougher than this. Sure, he had no weapon, but he still had to do whatever it took to make sure the people in that house were safe. It was his obligation.
He sprinted towards the house.
Officer Chase continued to sit by her partner. Occasionally, he came back to consciousness, but each time was short-lived.
"Do you believe me now?" the prisoner asked from inside the solitary confinement cell.
"Yes. I believe you," Chase told the prisoner, who was actually Amy Johnson.
Amy sighed with relief. She was still imprisoned, but someone finally believed that she wasn't Vic Rudolph.
"How about this one?" Athena asked, pointing to a car. It was large enough to hold all five of them.
"Good enough," Scarlet said. "We better get going. Who knows if the stone will still be at the prison when we get there?"
