02-28-2014, 09:12 PM
Hood turned away from the window and couldn't help but shake his head with a hungry grin. "You can make anything look good, can't you?"
He took a long moment to enjoy the way she was wearing his jacket, then let out a frustrated growl as he walked over to her again, this time to boldly reach into the jacket and pluck his wallet from the inside pocket.
Within minutes police were storming the hallway outside, barking orders and quickly storming the room. Over-zealous officers were quick to seize both Hood and Spectra and force them to the floor, before more level-headed and seasoned hands took control of the scene and made sure Spectra was helped up. She was an easily recognized individual, after all.
Hood was handcuffed after confirming his identity; he had just killed four men, and even though it had been self defense, he was still bound to end up at the station for questioning. And Spectra would surely be free to go before that time; she had been just an innocent bystander after all.
But before they could drag Hood away to the station, his people had made the necessary phone calls and arrangements and a surly detective unlocked the handcuffs and returned Hood's pistol and wallet. "You're both free to go."
He was clearly not happy about it.
Hood stood and spent a moment rubbing his wrists before accepting his things back from the detective, "Thank you, detective. Have a good night."
He turned to Spectra then, shrugging his pistol harness on and stuffing his wallet into a pocket, "Well, Miss Lynn. It seems we will have to find you some more secure accommodations for the night."
He took a long moment to enjoy the way she was wearing his jacket, then let out a frustrated growl as he walked over to her again, this time to boldly reach into the jacket and pluck his wallet from the inside pocket.
Within minutes police were storming the hallway outside, barking orders and quickly storming the room. Over-zealous officers were quick to seize both Hood and Spectra and force them to the floor, before more level-headed and seasoned hands took control of the scene and made sure Spectra was helped up. She was an easily recognized individual, after all.
Hood was handcuffed after confirming his identity; he had just killed four men, and even though it had been self defense, he was still bound to end up at the station for questioning. And Spectra would surely be free to go before that time; she had been just an innocent bystander after all.
But before they could drag Hood away to the station, his people had made the necessary phone calls and arrangements and a surly detective unlocked the handcuffs and returned Hood's pistol and wallet. "You're both free to go."
He was clearly not happy about it.
Hood stood and spent a moment rubbing his wrists before accepting his things back from the detective, "Thank you, detective. Have a good night."
He turned to Spectra then, shrugging his pistol harness on and stuffing his wallet into a pocket, "Well, Miss Lynn. It seems we will have to find you some more secure accommodations for the night."