"The authorities have been alerted," one of the tellers said, to which Dantaro nodded.
"Good, I suppose we'll just wait this out," he said as he continued to rest his boot on the Mulu.
"Please, it wasn't my fault, I had to do this for the lives of my family." The Mulu's muffled pleads didn't even incite a tingle of guilt in Dantaro.
"We've all get a lot of reasons to need money, but unlike you and your twitching dead friends over there," he stared at the nearest of the Rotchi. "We would rather not subject innocent people to traumatic experiences, such as having guns waved in their faces."
"I didn't want to do it, I had no choice!" The Mulu shouted, and pushed back against Dantaro, which almost made him stumble.
With that, Dantaro leaned into his right leg, and put even more pressure on the person he had detained. With the force, came a slight wheeze of exiting air from the Mulu. "Now, shut up, and just wait patiently."
The time passed by slowly, and during the wait, only a few people sat yo from the ground. Most of them just remained in their positions, covering their heads, and staying low. Even the ones who sat up remained silent, other than the odd whisper. Dantaro was prepared to ask them all to stand up, but decided against it. They've been through enough. When the TPD get here, they'll liven up a bit and leave.
Silence. Nervousness. Tension. The whispers started to bore into Dantaro's head, but he ignored them. He didn't want to allow the silence to win the battle in his mind. He focused on his hands, and the trembling that became noticeable. He could barely hold his pistol straight, and even held his gun hand with his free one, trying to stop it by force, but not even that helped.
The front door got kicked in. Before he could look up, there was no less than six armed police rushing into the build. "Down! Get on the ground!"
Dantaro barely registered the words, and could only stare at the ground of faceless people, heavily armed and armored.
"It's about time!" Dantaro finally said. "This Mulu here is the last of the thieves, and he's ready for processing."
"Drop your weapon! On the ground now!" The leader of the contingent shouted.
"This?" Dantaro asked, with a sting of uncertainty in his voice.
He heard pops, and felt as though someone was poking him in the chest. There was a red cloud in front of him. A pool ran down his front, and left him shaking. Standing in place, it finally registered that he was injured. The shouting continued, but made less and less sense as he fell to the ground.
