Lemke rode Detective Lust as she spasmed and bucked.  He watched her eyes roll in their sockets and held the baton aloft, ready beat down any sign of resistance.  He felt her go limp and leapt to his feet, slipping in the station tech's blood.  He could see the tactical squad coming in for the kill.<br/><br/>"Freeze!"  boomed an amplified voice, "Police!"  Lemke felt his body react like an attack dog let off its chain.  He jabbed and rammed his way through the crowd, bent almost double to deny the police a clear shot.  The tactical officers closed in on him as he raced for the doorway of his destination.  The bar's entrance was a rectangle of darkness in the lighted concourse.  Several tactical officers thrust between the crowd and the wall, trying to cut him off.  A blue-uniformed figure entered his peripheral vision as he rushed headlong into the darkened doorway.  He saw the cop's baton swinging toward him, but he was moving too fast to counter.  He heard his ribs break and pain reddened the edges of his vision as the baton caught him in the midriff.  The shock numbed him despite his insulated jacket.  His legs went out from under him he and saw stars as his head bounced off the mosaic tiles.  His momentum carried him across the floor.  Silhouettes jostled in the light from the doorway as more cops entered the bar.