((Wow, have one busy day and miss three and a half pages of action. Remind me to try and take my computer with me to school.))<br/><br/>Thomas listened to the man until he heard a shout from down the hall. He quickly pulled out his Beretta and exited the room, looking to his left, then to his right for the source of the call. He finally saw the person, but just as he was about to offer help he realized who he was. This wasn't just some helpless civilian, this was a criminal, and he had seen his rap sheet along with a photo of him. McFinnigan, he knew this man. He was connected to many cold cases he had examined, there just wasn't enough evidence to prosecute. Besides that he knew he had several other felonies under his belt, the only reason he hadn't been collared was because not many people knew where to find him. Thomas quickly raised his handgun and pointed it at Shamus' chest, followed by, "Shamus McFinnigan, put your hands where I can see them! You're under arrest!"