are you with mr. krendler's people?
access to lecter is strictly limited. we've been getting death threats. log in, and check your weapon.
what is this shit? did somebody go up to five? call pembry, ask him what -
cp, shots fired on five! repeat, shots fires on five! outside posts look sharp, we've got a.  ho-ly shit.
shut up! guard mount, double up on your outside posts. bobby, get the vests. rainey, howard, cover that fucking elevator if it comes all the way to -
seal off a ten-block radius. get me the swat team and an ambulance, double quick. we're going up.
approaches very cautiously, gun aimed. the other cops, behind him, fan out silently to set up angles of fire, checking the various office doors - all locked - as they creep up.
pembry? boyle?
oh no.  no.
struggles for control, as the other cops move grimly around him, into the room. he pulls his walkie-talkie from his belt.
command post.  two offi- two officers down. prisoner is missing. repeat, lecter is missing.  he's stripped the bed, might be making a rope, check all windows. where the fuck is my ambulance?
take ahold of him where he can feel your hands, son. talk to him.
it's pembry, now talk to him, god dammit. boyle's dead, pembry's read bad. lecter is missing and armed - he took boyle's gun.
pembry got off one round - there's a chance lecter was hit. we heard a total of three shots fired, so he's got four left.  he's got a knife, too.
ten-four, lieutenant. i'm on the elevator, bringing it down. pembry and boyle are both cleared, top three floors secured, main stairwell secured. he's somewhere on -
uh, we're pretty sure he's somewhere on two, sir.  that's all for now, over.
he's on the roof of the elevator!
shoulders through the swat cops for a closer look. he turns towards the swat commander, astonished.
that's pembry!