"I'm gonna sue you."
"Well, be ready to be charged with illegal possession of a firearm," the operator replied as she and her partner slammed the SUV door shut. Outside, a nearby police unit took over the scene, securing the motorbike.
As for the firearm, it had already been sealed in an evidence bag. Spirit Fox had no intention of handing this woman over to the local police. She wasn't just some criminal—they suspected she might have leads related to the coordinated attacks that had erupted tonight. Headquarters would want to question her personally.
"Do you have any idea what's going on tonight?" the driver asked, eyes narrowing at the rearview mirror as she watched the arrested woman.
"No idea," the biker girl shrugged, though her eyes lingered a little too long on the live feeds displayed inside the vehicle. Sirens wailed in the distance. A flash of something—recognition, concern—crossed her expression. Then she said nothing.
Both operators noticed the shift immediately.
