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Roginald Stewart

Roginald found himself moving automatically, jumping up at the presence of the alarm. His feet would have carried him somewhere if not for the prompt way by which the officer ended up at his back.

Hands went towards a pocket, any pocket and what did he find? Consciously he had no clue, but muscle memory worked for him. It was a small spray bottle, which he turned and aimed at Colquhoun in one fluid motion of practiced precision. The contents were a mixture of 'Roginald the Scientist's' making. It wasn't particularly scientific, and easily made with common cleaning supplies, but it would cause skin irritation and burn like hell as a corrosive agent. With the limited hands on the base, it might buy him some time

but he wasn't thinking about that. He was simply reacting.

Elsewhere on the base, there wasn't much to see, The actual alarm had been pinged from the parking lot, where things were not as they had been left.

The police cars had been keyed, and one of them was running, despite the thumbprint security and the fact that there was no one in the vehicle.
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Colquhoun was dimly aware of the old man's motions.
As he started to herd him along, out the corner of his eye he caught Roger stuffing a hand into his pocket, and instinctively there arose a subconscious sort of alarm.
But the alarm was caught in the back of his mind, which at that moment was focused on the alarm much more present, the noise blaring in his ears.
If it took Roginald perhaps only a few seconds longer for his own response, Colquhoun might not have been caught so off-guard.

Fortunately enough Colquhoun had turned his head away from Stewart as he pushed down on the bottle's plunger, a glance towards the lobby that would at least save his eyes--for the most part.

The corrosive liquid sprayed him full across the left side of his neck and face, a few drops hopping into one of his eyes.
The man shouted, automatically letting go to hold the skin, rub his eyes--although he stopped himself just short, age-old training that had been hammered into his head telling him that doing either would be a gravely bad idea.
Despite the sparse smattering into his one eye, it still stung worse than the many more drops that had hit his skin, tears flowing like mad down his face.

Blindly he grabbed for Stewart's arm where last he knew it had been, squinting out his unharmed eye in search of the man.
He knew that, even without knowing the identity of the chemical that had been used, he had to move into the forensics room to get his eye washed and skin treated soon, but he still couldn't abandon his job and let the suspect be, with or without the stunt the other man had just pulled, so he tried to push through the burning pain even as it quickly began to worsen, blurring his senses and muddying his mind.

His watch, which kept tabs on his vitals and such, immediately detected its wearer's skyrocketing adrenaline and heart rate, sending out an alert to the nearest police station and medical center--the former of which was obviously where he was now.
Faas, the man watching the monitors and readings in the (now unlocked) security room, would be the first to receive the notice; he was tempted to leave his post to help the man, but instead he held his nerve, at least for the moment, gaze flickering to the screens where cameras watched the open office area of the station, watching for Roginald's next move before he made a decision on what to do next.


The other officer, who went by the name "Fraser", was out of the building before Walsh, although the man was close on his heels, catching the door just as Fraser rushed across the lot, his pistol pulled as he looked over the cruisers and peered into the windows, examining more closely than the others the car that was running.

Walsh paused at the entrance, scanning the few rows of the narrow parking lot from where he stood, which, with most of their officers either out on the streets or off-duty with their personal cruisers left in their private driveways, was relatively empty.
It didn't take long for Walsh to determine that either no one else was there, or the perpetrator of the vehicular vandalism was hiding somewhere close.
There was a chance that they had gone or were waiting for a particular moment, perhaps to sneak into the station or catch an officer off-guard...Walsh reached for his taser, closing the station door behind him, but remaining in front of it as he closely watched Fraser's movements and the parking lot at large.
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Roginald Stewart

Roginald could see a door so he didn't hesitate. He dove away from the officer and towards the potential source of freedom automatically.

He managed to pull it open and fling himself through it.

But it didn't lead outside at all. It was just another room.

A room with a telephone off the hook, and a voice coming out of it saying 'hello? Officer?'

The old man decided to answer that phone.

In the monitoring room one screen went out. Instead of showing camera footage, it went on to show a black screen with numerous command errors possibly all stemming from one flaw in the system. but then another screen went out the same way. One monitor at a time effectively blinded.

The tampering on the vehicles seemed minimal enough. Petty vandalism must have been seen from the security monitors unless keeping it unseen was what had pinged the magic detection tech, in which case it would have ended up seen in its own way. The running car didn't look like anything had been touched from the inside. It was simply on, wasting energy for the moment.
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Colquhoun cursed quietly to himself.
Roginald was gone.

He turned a full circle to get his bearings, then began to hurry towards the lobby.


Fraser pressed his thumb against the handle of the car that was running, face pulled close to the glass so that he could see through its tinted surface.
The vehicle didn't respond, considering it wasn't his, but rather that of another officer who wasn't on duty that day.
He'd just have to get the keys later so it could be turned off--coulda just been an odd glitch in the tech, some sorta side-effect of whatever had pinged their security system.

After a close examination of the automobile's contents--or, at least, as close as he could get, pushing palm and nose against the shaded glass--the man radioed the watchman.


Faas squinted, and squinted some more as screen after screen blacked out with command errors.
That made up his mind well enough.

The man rushed out the door, ignoring the beeping of his watch for the moment as he met up with a stumbling Colquhoun, following and helping the man to the forensics room, much as Colquhoun tried to wave him away.

"Why aren't you watching the cameras?" Colquhoun had asked in a strained voice, glancing towards the woman at the front desk who was waving at them for some reason.
"Errors," Faas had answered simply, and, wincing from the growing pain, Colquhoun lost the strength to protest.

He opened the door for Colquhoun, and just as the man began to step through he noticed Roginald in the far corner where the phone was.
Faas jumped in front of Colquhoun, pulling what appeared to be a pistol from his hip.

"Freeze!" he shouted, yet wouldn't give the man much chance to react as he immediately squeezed the trigger, bullets whizzing out that would have similar effects to a taser if they struck any nerves, otherwise giving only a sharp bite.
If Colquhoun had a clear enough mind to be witness to that act, he'd have slapped the man upside the head.


With no answer, Fraser started to scour the rest of the lot, checking under the vehicles, behind trash bins, inside shrubbery.
Walsh had left the entrance, deciding to check the perimeter of the building.
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Roginald Stewart


these cars were supposed to be boom-proof weren't they?

Well the tampered one wasn't, not any more.

3...2...1...

Hello you beautiful explosion! how lovely if it hurt someone but.... you couldn't count on such a thing.

"hello?" the old man answered the telephone, and listened closely to the urgent tone of the voice on the other end. They'd found something out... About Him!

Interesting as the news was, there wasn't much chance to listen to it as the police on the force were quick on the draw in pinning down his location.

A yell and a bang and the old man collapsed, gripping the phone tightly as he crumpled to the ground.

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Fraser was lifting a stray box that had tumbled into the lot via the wind when he heard a loud noise and felt the sun on his face--and then, suddenly, nothing.
Another ping went out to the nearest medical center and police station (with the latter, again, being this very station--by now at least one of the other officers on-duty but out and about had taken notice, and turned his vehicle around to return to base).

The security guard gave a nervous, shaky grin.
Perp down!
Colquhoun was hurrying over to the emergency washing station in another corner of the room, barely able to see or think much beyond the fact that he had to be fast if he wanted to save his eye at least, if it wasn't already ruined.
Faas started to follow him, but at the last minute changed his mind and went after Robert instead, pistol at the ready to shoot again while he pulleld out a set of handcuffs and prepared to cuff the old man.

What was Walsh doing again?
He'd gone halfway down the side of the building when he heard the explosion, froze, groaned, and then turned to speed back to the parking lot.
He stopped at the corner, blinking at the sight of shattered metal and--
for a second he had to look away from the grim, gory scene.
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Roginald Stewart

The shock from the taser was ultimately too much for Roginald's elderly body to bare. The phone dropped out of his hand with a light clatter on the floor tiles as the old man's hand's clutched at his heart. It... wasn't beating properly. Even though the old man didn't know what the problem was, the sensation of it was scary. He felt like he might just die.

Shaky hands reached out, making a futile attempt to recover the phone. 911. The ambulance. He should call and get the necessary help. His fingers pushed against the phone and caused it to slip out of range while black began to stain the edges of his vision. if nothing else, he knew that he was in trouble.

Even if his his best intentions were to be cooperative, there was very little the old man could do, He could only hope his condition stabilized on its own. Meanwhile the police officers could do what they wanted with him. It wasn't like he was able to go anywhere now.

Officer Cassidy Marlow slowed her vehicle as it neared the parking lot. "Holy sh-" She'd seen some crazy stuff in her time on the force, but this mess was one of the least she'd expected. A fire blazed from car parts in the lot. An officer was downed due to shrapnel and fire damage. Dead or alive, she didn't know, but the scene was gruesome and nasty. She parked her own vehicle carefully, keeping a significant distance from the scene of the crime.

Instead of going to help on the spot, she pushed a button on her watch. "Prisma Send in a request for an airbulance immediately. Check in with the security system, and forward all security tapes and photos to central." As the AI quickly confirmed her request, the female officer took some pictures of the scene via the watch. "Report on Fraser's status?" she added to the AI, which could communicate with the man's own tech, or the info hub to pull out a report.

The brunette glanced towards Walsh as if finally seeing him. "and you. What the fuck happened here?" She didn't sound as professional as she was trying to act, but then this whole scene could shake up almost anyone.

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