There was a brief confused moment and a flash of silver, and the mugger was sprawled against the wall of the tunnel, and the male hostage was holding the powergun. It was difficult to see what happened next in the dim light and reflections shining from the powergun and two sets of mirrored sunglasses, Mtubi just saw the male hostage raise his hand. I see one cop on the train, and that means one or more, and she's crispy." He moved towards the girl, turning his gaze from Mtubi to her. ![]() First you open the trains so I can get out of here, and then I'll think about letting her go. Now, me and the girl are gonna take a little walk. The other shuffled forward and picked up the gun, keeping his eyes on Mtubi stuffed it in a pocket. Mtubi slowly extended the gun, butt first, watching the powergun. "Stop fucking around! Throw me your goddamned gun or I fry this chick's face!" "Now throw me your gun." When the detective made no move to do so, the other's face darkened. Stop right there." Redundant, since Mtubi wasn't going anywhere. The mugger was swaying a bit too, he noticed as the other spoke. he brought his attention to the present with an effort, panting. Both were wearing leather jackets and sunglasses. The memory almost took his senses again he wavered, but did not fall. Both wore leather jackets and blue jeans, dark, and as they turned to him he noticed that they both wore sunglasses. Hoping whomever the other had run into had had the sense to duck, he came charging up to the scene to see his quarry holding the powergun on two people from a distance of perhaps two meters. As he reached darkness again, there was a shout, and he cursed as two shots not aimed his way flickered out. Mtubi reached the near end of the platform as the other was halfway down ignoring the surprised murmur from commuters waiting above, he pelted on. He could see the mugger, now, light from the station at Commercial One washing over him as he ran past the platform. The bolt didn't reach him, striking some unknown intervening surface. There was another blue flash from up ahead hoping that the other was having as much trouble seeing as he was, Mtubi didn't dodge. Repeat, a Transit lockdown." Mtubi punched the silencer as he ran. "All units, a Transit lockdown is in effect on the Green line from Green Commercial Two to Green Riverside Nine. As he ran, wincing now at a cramp in his side, the tunnel glowed a dim red, warning lights coming on along the ceiling. His quarry was not, although footsteps were still audible, indicating that the other had not crossed into the station area. The lights of Green Commercial One were visible up ahead. "Tango Poppa One, continuing in pursuit, get some units to Golf Charlie One now, endit." He clipped his phone with the ease of years of practice and ran on. Mtubi swore, realizing that of the two men in the tunnel system nearby, one was on a train outbound from the station he was chasing towards and the other was just reaching the platform he had left. Sierra units are westbound on Vigo, Tango Poppa One is on platform at Red Plaza Eight, and Tango Poppa Two is on Transit capsule inbound to Green Commercial Two from Green Commercial One. Units in pursuit list Tango Poppa Two, Tango Poppa Three, Sierra Poppa One and Sierra Poppa Two. "Detective Mtubi, assign callkey Tango Poppa One. ![]() The computer responded in its usual calm female tones. He's on the." -Mtubi paused, getting his breath and his bearings- ".in the Green line tunnel headed for Green Commercial One, that's Golf Charlie One. I'm.in the Transit system in pursuit of.mugging suspect he's armed with a cosh and a powergun.at least. Lifting the phone, he punched the Active key twice and raised it to his lips as he ran, knowing the computer would patiently work through his panting stutter. Punching the Active key, he headed off down the tunnel as the dispatch computer's ready chime came in reply. The red call light indicating a local net was lit. Placing them at least a hundred meters ahead, he got to his feet, pulling his phone from his belt. In the silence that followed, he lifted his head and heard the sound of footsteps receding. ![]() Throwing himself flat against the wall he fired in turn, bullets whining down the tunnel towards an unseen target. He shouted in anger, then, and as if in answer there was a SSFAK and flash as a powergun bolt reached for him from down the rightward tunnel. He skidded to a halt, looking in all three directions, but couldn't see anything. After a few hundred meters there was an intersection, as another track passed above and at right angles to the one he was following. The tunnel was too dim for him to make out anyone ahead, but he kept at it. Once out of the station area into the slightly wider tunnel itself, Mtubi swung back out of the support tracks and began to run along the dimly lit concrete walk that sided them.
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