The police officers chasing Lemke sped through the freight corridors mounted on a small maintenance vehicle.  The driver pulled around a corner, making the electric cart fishtail.  The other officers were desperately holding on to keep themselves from flying out of the cart when the emergency lights turned red and started strobing.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=21611.msg871298#msg871298">Quote from: Revolverman on 13-10-2008, 08:03:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">A loud Siren began blasting "RED ALERT. RED ALERT Station is under lock down. UEG Forces are on there way"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Sergeant Kozya pounded his fist on the cart's dashboard before flinging his helmet visor up and pulling off his throat mic.<br/><br/>"Mother-Fucker!"  he yelled.  He hammered his fist into the dashboard again.  "I hate those assholes!  Step on it, Hakko!"<br/><br/>"Yes Boss!" the driver's voice crackled in Sergeant Kozya's earpiece.  "Boss, there's the truck!"  Officer Hakko brought the cart to a quick stop, slewing to the side.  The four policemen dismounted the cart and advanced on the abandoned cargo transporter, pistols drawn.  After a hurried inspection, Sergeant Kozya replaced his throat mic.  "Control, this is Kozya..."  Officer Hakko's voice crackled in his ear again.  Hakko had his hand against the freight doors of the massive elevator.  "The elevator's moving Boss!"  Sergeant Kozya rolled his eyes and nodded.  "Control, Kozya... Elevator 6-F has been activated.  Recommend lockdown."<br/><br/>A female voice came through his earpiece.  "We locked it down, Sergeant.  Are you sure it's moving?"<br/><br/>"Yes, Control, I'm sure, look at your own goddamn screens... memorandum for record, suspect can override lockdown procedures."  Sergeant Kozya removed his throat mic again and faced his team.  "We need to get some new jokes.  Let's go."