"Hey, Mills is here. I can't let him get away. Come this way!"
I jogged behind him, glad he would inevitably become exhausted. I guess without whatever evil planning he had done to sacrifice all those people, he was not actually so good at doing much physical. Or maybe standing around doing nothing worked against him.
I also looked about for wherever the voice was coming from. It was dark in here and where was the speaking from?
I take out my can of spray paint and hold it out like Mace. My light illuminates the way before me, and I ponder what else I can do. I suppose I could throw the flashlight but if I lost it, I wouldn't be able to see anything at all.
"Mills, I swear. If you don't put your hands up and stop this nonsense..."
I wondered if they even recognised me, I was a wreck compared to the man I was. My suit was covered in stains and soot. Some of it blood around my collar. My hair was wild and dried blood crusted down from my ears and nose. My eyes looked about wildly as I tried to help the young CSI try to run down Mills. If it even was him. K_LZkAHK++0·
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I decide I have a chance with Edmund's help, and go to stop him. He is still wearing at least one cuff, and we can probably stop him from pulling the rest of the pipe off. I attempt to push him down so that Edmund can cuff him.