“Shit.”<br/><br/>Cori really didn’t have the time for this; but since when did being a detective ever allow conveniences? Sure, she could drive off and away and let a uniform handle the situation, but with the amount of crazies in this world, who knew what direction this situation would have turned by the time someone was able to reach them? With another curse and a frustrated scowl; Michaels called for backup on the radio clipped to her belt, before pulling up to the bar and flicking on her brights.<br/><br/>The stark bar-front was illuminated to mid-day, causing many of the stragglers peaking their head outside to look up, stunned, like a deer in the road. The door opened and rather quickly, Cori ejected herself from the driver’s seat, sauntering forward with no fear of the situation she had found herself in. This wasn’t a shy cop who would second guess her every move; nor was she unaccustomed to violence and the unpredictable actions of the crazies. Cori pulled her Sig Sauer P226 out, keeping it guarded in the Seoul position. The weapon wasn’t trained on the woman, since there was no possible way for her to know yet if this woman had defended herself or started the attack, but she wouldn’t hesitate to use it if the need arose.<br/><br/>Michael’s gold badge swung loosely on a metal chain around her neck, reflecting in the headlights, clearly identifying who she was. Two years as a detective on the force and all the locals in the city knew her reputation. She was a damn good cop with a near flawless record, and like a wolf, running away from her only made the chase all the more exciting. Hunter green eyes narrowed on Abigal.<br/><br/>“Back off. Drop the weapon and put your hands on the hood. You.” She looked at the remaining woman and all those hovering around outside, nodding to the curb. “Sit down and don’t move.”