The capture of BPA finest, Superintendant Hone. Now in Chains! Again...

[Hone]

As the Molly Gaoler stepped into the room, Hone looked up from the Bed dejectedly;
"Oh Hello," he muttered, "What is it you want then?"

Expecting to be questioned or to be dragged before their boss, he was surprised when two more Mollys burst through the door equipped with an assortment of hooks, chains, ropes, - and what bizarrely seemed to be a large egg timer - and started trying to wrestle him to the ground.
The pool of Rage, Humiliation and Resentment inside him, that had been building at the prospect of a SECOND capture, broke upon the Indignity of being treated in such a way! With a sudden roar, he kicked out against the Man behind him, then headbutted the one in front, bursting his nose in a crimson flash! Flailing his shoulders as though rugby scrumming, in attempt to keep his enraged pursuer off his back, he grabbed the bloody-faced, reeling man in front of him by the ears, and bore him to the ground, sinking his teeth into his jugular and trying to tear the life right out of him!

As the screaming terrorist's friends descended on the Blood Maddened police officer, in a grotesque reversal of a Leeds friday night street fight, and a steel toe-capped boot obliterated a third of his universe; Hone didn't expect to win, but he determined to fight to the end, damage them as much as he could, and at the very least, ensure they wouldn't take him conscious.

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