06-09-2014, 06:57 PM
The events that transpired in the raid would be questioned and analyzed exhaustively in the coming days. Eight tactical officers had been cast about like rag dolls by something, and no one had seen a thing. Most of those men would later put in their resignations; there were some things even the human mind couldn't understand or cope with.
As the second team rushed inside, Drayson climbed out of the squad car he had been riding in and moved to follow, signaling for his other officers to fan out, and ordering paramedic teams to move up and prepare to receive the casualities, of which there were far more then he had hoped.
Drayson had gambled; he had no full understanding of what these people were capable of. He hadn't even been certain of his suspicions. If he had been wrong, they would still have bagged a drug lab and it's leader. And if he had been right...well, right had turned out to be very costly.
Tear gas hadn't been as effective as he had hoped. The flash bangs had faired better, but the tactical officers hadn't been aggressive enough to seize the opening they were given. They had expected Vladimir to drop to the earth and surrender, not hold his feet and lash out with invisible...something.
The dazzlers had done better, but even then the peddler had fought through and struck the officers down.
Drayson entered the room as the last of the tactical officers had a breakdown; the man stood laughing hysterically as one of his comrades fell to the floor. Drayson's decision had been made for him the moment his first team had been cast down.
His pistol was already in hand when he came in the room, and it was levelled on Vladimir, the red dot of the laser-sight fixed on Vladimir's head. The trigger was pulled before Vladimir could be ready to strike again, and the drug-maker dropped to the earth, dead as any mortal man.
The paramedics came in afterwards, and Yuri was eventually bundled off to the Guardian for treatment and processing; the man was an accomplice, after all, and would be held for questioning and charges. Of course, a search of the lab had found nothing but sugar, the few readied pills identical to those that had been found making the rounds on the streets. Yet people were certain they worked. Chemical analysis, blood tests of users, all pointed to them being simple pills of sugar. And yet there could be no denying the effects.
There were answers to the questions that only Yuri could answer now that Vladimir was dead, but with the death of that one, Drayson's involvement with the case ended. It would be handed over to the usual channels; detectives and police officers would question and process Yuri when the man awoke. Medical staff would start the uncomfortable process of weaning the man off his wide arrange of narcotics addictions. Modern medicine would help, but could only do so much. It was going to be an unpleasant few weeks for Yuri. Weeks that would eventually be spent in a mundane cell, awaiting charges. Whatever those turned out to be.
As the second team rushed inside, Drayson climbed out of the squad car he had been riding in and moved to follow, signaling for his other officers to fan out, and ordering paramedic teams to move up and prepare to receive the casualities, of which there were far more then he had hoped.
Drayson had gambled; he had no full understanding of what these people were capable of. He hadn't even been certain of his suspicions. If he had been wrong, they would still have bagged a drug lab and it's leader. And if he had been right...well, right had turned out to be very costly.
Tear gas hadn't been as effective as he had hoped. The flash bangs had faired better, but the tactical officers hadn't been aggressive enough to seize the opening they were given. They had expected Vladimir to drop to the earth and surrender, not hold his feet and lash out with invisible...something.
The dazzlers had done better, but even then the peddler had fought through and struck the officers down.
Drayson entered the room as the last of the tactical officers had a breakdown; the man stood laughing hysterically as one of his comrades fell to the floor. Drayson's decision had been made for him the moment his first team had been cast down.
His pistol was already in hand when he came in the room, and it was levelled on Vladimir, the red dot of the laser-sight fixed on Vladimir's head. The trigger was pulled before Vladimir could be ready to strike again, and the drug-maker dropped to the earth, dead as any mortal man.
The paramedics came in afterwards, and Yuri was eventually bundled off to the Guardian for treatment and processing; the man was an accomplice, after all, and would be held for questioning and charges. Of course, a search of the lab had found nothing but sugar, the few readied pills identical to those that had been found making the rounds on the streets. Yet people were certain they worked. Chemical analysis, blood tests of users, all pointed to them being simple pills of sugar. And yet there could be no denying the effects.
There were answers to the questions that only Yuri could answer now that Vladimir was dead, but with the death of that one, Drayson's involvement with the case ended. It would be handed over to the usual channels; detectives and police officers would question and process Yuri when the man awoke. Medical staff would start the uncomfortable process of weaning the man off his wide arrange of narcotics addictions. Modern medicine would help, but could only do so much. It was going to be an unpleasant few weeks for Yuri. Weeks that would eventually be spent in a mundane cell, awaiting charges. Whatever those turned out to be.