“J0, it’s Horace.”
The officers assisted Horace to his feet and escorted him to the main control room. Blair came out from underneath the computer desk.
“Is this Mr. Bevan?” Sergeant Groucutt asked.
“Yes, sir,” J0 answered.
Horace scowled. He probably hadn’t been expecting this.
“Kirky, take Mr. Bevan out to your hover cruiser and bring him to the station. Put him in one of the holding cells until I get back. I’ll let the detectives know you’re coming in with him. We’ll get all his info at the station.”
“Roger that,” Officer de Albuquerque responded as he led Horace to the door.
They were only able to take a few steps when a loud beeping sound came from Horace’s chest. Officer de Albuquerque let go of him, drew his weapon, and instinctively took a step back. “He’s got a bomb!”
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