Thirty Seconds

Sergeant Trudeau stared at Alex with uncertainty.

"I can't do that, kid. I know what you intend to do. There is no way I'll let the possible deaths go up from two to fifty. These people need to be brought to justice, not sent to hell. This isn't how society should work. We aren't in the dark ages anymore."

Alex smirked at him.

"How long will this pretense of society hold up once people start dying, Trudeau? Do you think the family and friends of these two hostages will stay on the side and do nothing after Anthony and Diego die?"

The Sergeant looked at him with a frown.

"How do you know the hostages' names?"

A chuckle escapes Alex's lips.

"Did you think I just passed nearby and jumped at the action? I was called here. I may not know the entire situation yet, but that shouldn't take too long. Once I hear the breadth of it, I will choose whether to go soft-handed or hard-handed.