"Shit."<br/><br/>The girl's lips moved almost with no sound. Now, what? As the Sentinel was shaking, the girl was equally shaken, since she was held in his grip. When he finally froze, she stayed where she was. "Holy shit. I'm toast."<br/><br/>Returning her baton to her belt, the girl took a deep breath. Her mind raced.<span style="font-style: italic">Shit. What now? Is he gonna stay like that forever?</span>She had no idea. Having never dealt with a Sentinel, she had expected anything but this.<br/><br/>Indeed, he was no longer an active threat. On the other hand, he had suddenly become a passive threat. A trap. And her shoulder was holding on less and less.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh, good God.</span><br/><br/>"Officer? Sentinel?", she called, her voice in a whisper. She knew it was pointless, but it was worth a shot. Squinting her eyes, she checked the identification on his uniform and hoped she was reading correctly. "Jackson?", she called, as one last try.