Charlie pushed open the doors to the station"s reception foyer, readying himself for an onslaught of police. He stepped inside, arms outstretched. A solitary officer occupied the front desk, a thick gash running down his face, still embedded with broken brown glass. He held a dirty rag to his cheek, soaking up the worst from the wound. His rifle was on the counter. Charlie"s fingers twitched; there were no bullets in the clip. The weapon was as useless as the man who had discarded it.
As Charlie drew closer, the cop seemed to recognise him. He snatched up the gun and pointed it at him. “Get back!”
Charlie flicked his fingers and the gun was whipped into the air.
The cop raised his hands. “Don"t hurt me.”
“Where is everyone?” Charlie demanded.
“Out there.” The cop gestured to the entra
