Arthur slammed on the brakes too late and the borrowed car careered into the other MCPD vehicle the girl had just jumped out of. Great, more damage to explain.
He didn’t know who the hell she was but she was fighting like a stray cat to get away. He suspected she’d broken his nose, it was bleeding freely down the front of his shirt.
He jumped out and followed the Special sprinting after the girl. Damn these guys were fit. Maybe it was time to lay off the fast food, everyone was out-running him today. Arthur was dreading filling out the forms for this. Oh, and the stick he was going to get back at the precinct. This was the kind of story you never live down. Some fourteen year old girl had escaped custody, broken his nose and stole his car.
All with an arm that looked suspiciously like it was out of the socket. When he’d seen her jump… He’d thought she was, you know, ending it. The relief at seeing her moving in the snow, but then she got up.
No, she wasn’t trying to hurt herself, just so scared that jumping backwards out of a window with her hands cuffed behind her back was a better option than going with them.
What had she done? What the hell were the Specials going to do to her?
She was already a quarter of the way across the bridge when they he reached the side of the guy. He’d stopped for some reason – was he giving up? The bridge ran parallel to some colossal pipes, god knows what for. They didn’t look like they’d been used for a century. The walkway looked like it was held up by rust and habit.
The agent beside him flicked the catch on his holster. Arthur frowned, was he…? Motherfucker, he was drawing his gun! On a kid.
The man pulled up the sidearm, expertly flicking the safety and sighted down the barrel.
Arthur spent half a second frozen, undecided on what action to take. One part of him screamed to stop the guy, the sensible part reminded him of what kind of shit he was going to get into if he did.
He threw himself sideways, just as the shot went off. Was he too late? The agent turned and shouted at him, but Arthur’s eye watched as the girl fell.
She rolled, slipping between the rusted railings and plummeted into darkness, and silence.
“Why the fuck did you do that?” they shouted at each other.