Someone got to explain to me where he got out a bazooka out of nowhere... Isabelle thought, frowning as she looked at her feet. The shot bounced away harmlessly over her armoured boots.
As to the policemen, they looked more dazzed than anything, the explosive - was it even an explosive or merely a smoke grenade? having been shot completely randomly. She heard over the news the state police were giving chase to some outcast craft.
Within a few hours, the tavern was back to normal, as if nothing ever hapenned.