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

[Hone]

As he neared the Boys, and felt the reassurance of friendlies at his back, Hone allowed himself to relax a little, and begin searching around for more than just the next enemy. Running his eyes over the combatants, the shaft, and the audience in his quest for an escape route; Hone felt a sudden jolt of recognition:

*A face!*

"But who?"
He swore he'd glimpsed someone he knew in the audience, but it was gone in an instant. Distracted, he stared up, searching desperately for the illusive face, only to feel another jolt, this one sickening where the first had been exhilarating; a stinging blow to the back of his head sent him reeling forwards!

Involuntarily, Hone dropped to a knee, then threw an arm out, to stop himself from falling completely, as consciousness came rushing back. With a snarl he whirled, as quickly as his already whirling head would allow, to find the foremost of the Boys shuffling back, his companion still cowering behind him, and in his hand, a pipe with a mess of wires sticking out of it. The tube had apparently been thrown at a contestant (most likely at the Boys themselves, to encourage them to get moving) or was simply junk left lying around in the Shaft, and had most recently been utilised as a "Policeman-Basher"!

"S-stay back"
The Braver Boy stammered, while the Nancy-Boy behind him peered over his shoulder.
"We're not figh-fighting... Get Away!"

"You bloody fools"
Hone grated out between clenched teeth, his head still throbbing.
"I'm a damn policeman, look at my uniform!"

Brave glanced down at his chest nervously, Hone had to admit it wasn't the most reassuring sight; The red shirt had combined with the liberal soaking of blood, his own and others, to make him look as though he were covered in gore. Brave evidently recognised something, because he suddenly slumped into a slack jawed grin of relief.

"Oh thank god!"
He sighed,
"You - You're all here to get us out?! Whe- where are the rest of your guys!?"
He enquired anxiously, scanning the stands as though expecting to see a platoon of SRD storm through at any moment.

"Yeah..."
Hone grunted, straightening up, and checking around to make sure no one ELSE was planning on blindsiding him.
"About that, looks like we're in this together, it's just me."

"Bu-but I- You! You're a-"

"Look we can argue about this later, if we still have teeth, right now, we gotta survive this, and I dont think we can do it by just sitting out of it."

Indeed even now the crowd were getting restless at the sight of THREE grown men in close proximity, and still not a single punch being thrown, Brave's coshing had caused hilarity, but now the shouts and rain of projectiles were beginning again.

"Looks like we're gonna have to knock some heads if we're gonna stop that crowd from demanding OURS. Follow me!"

Hone called, as he stepped back into the fray.

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