"Yof ollo me" the muffled voice of Jones replies, his hand covering his mouth trying to stem the flow of blood from the cut lip he recieved when the heavy door smashed into his face.<br/><br/>The officer stands up slowly and Marlowe can see that his shoulder is now bandaged up, there is a little blood seaping through the crepe but nothing to serious. The officer is finaly to his feet and drops his hand so he can spit out the tooth the door broke when it hit his face.<br/><br/>He glares at Marlowe, his hand reches towards the holster on his belt and with one quick fluid moverment draws the weapon, flicks the saftey off and pulls the trigger.<br/><br/>The Body that was creeping up behind the anarchist drops to the floor like a sack of potatoes.<br/><br/>"Have to hit them in the head Cowboy" Jones says as he holsters the pistol and starts load bags into the trolley.