Wosh decided to catch up on Zach and the fingerprints circumstance.
He called one of the officers and told them to bring Rick into his sight.
"Go bring that convict Rick. I have a word with him", Wosh told one of the two officers that stood beside him.
Rick and Thomas remained in the waiting room as silence spilled through the air.
Thomas then grinned and stummered.
"Let them just let us go. We are both innocent".
"They will only let us go when they have found Velmont and Greg and I am the only person available".
Boom
The door was slammed open as the guard rushed into the scene.
He put Rick on handcuffs for safety precaution and carried him into the office of Wosh.
"So, you told me that it would have been two union members that visited your house that day.
Am I correct?", Wosh stared directly at Rick waiting for a response.
Rick didn't flinch. He stayed silent for quite a while until he replied.
"I don't know where they are".
Wosh felt suspicious about Rick and began to feel as though he may have being at the scene of the crime.
Rick saw the change of expression in the eyes of Wosh but decided not to flinch.
The calm nature and boldness of Rick made him a valuable asset into unlocking the case.
Before Wosh could do anything drastic, he had to visit the fingerprint department and confirm from Zach, the fingerprints on the knife.
Only then, can he hypothesize the suspects and start a man hunt looking for them.
Thomas waited for when they would call back Rick.
'He is not coming back. What are they doing with him', Thomas thought to himself.
He could not sit there and hope for better times of Rick. He had to act.
He began banding his body against the door of the waiting room.
Normally, it would not have budged but after it was knocked down by the officer, it didn't take long before Thomas broke out.
Thomas had no way to run as there was no way sneaking in or out of the police department.
It was well guarded and any robber foolish enough to try and break in will be caught in a matter of seconds.
Thomas took his chances and went looking for Rick.
Rick was once again forced into a vehicle as Wosh entered the front seat and they drove off.
From the department to the Fingerprint facility would normally be about a 28 minute drive without any interruption.
Wosh's driver started the vehicle as they drove off.
Meanwhile inside the department, Thomas was running like an athlete on a hundred metre track.
As he ran across the hallway, one of the police spotted him, recognised him and set off the alarm.
"We have a suspect running through aisle seven, wearing a torn white singlet and gray shorts".
The report reached every department of the police department and ofcourse, Thomas heard it too.
Now, he was even more worried. He spotted a police officer from quite a far distance and trembled as he slowly walked towards him.
Thud Thud
Thomas kicked the police officer in the groin as he grabbed the gun he held.
The police officer failed to notice him as he looked the other way hoping to sneak up on Thomas.
Unexpectedly, Thomas is the one who sneaked up on him.
He grabbed the gun from the licenced officer who was in pain.
The officer looked around and realized that no one else was coming.
He got up, enduring the pain and charged at Thomas.
Thomas hands trembled as he was caught unaware of the police officer running at him.
Thud
The officer punched Thomas on the face and grabbed the gun hoping to get it out of Thomas cold sweaty palms.
Thomas trembled as he struggled to keep the gun in his grasps.
The police officer slowly gained the advantage on Thomas until "Bam Bam".
Two stray bullets had hit the officer on the chest and he fell to the floor.
Blood rushed out of the chest of the officer as Thomas' eyes trembled at what he had just done.
For whatever reason, he removed the police officer's uniform and wore it on his body, then he laid on the floor with his eyes wide open as he had never experienced such a feet before.
The echoes of the gun shots ran through the area as police charged left and right towards where it was heard.
"Stand your guard. We have no idea what we are dealing with", One of the police officers reported to the rest.
'This place is corrupting my mind. I can't believe I just killed someone', Thomas murmured to himself as he heard the rapid footsteps of the officers.
Renold remained in his office understanding the circumstance at hand.
He knew his officers would act when necessary and deal with the situation.
His primary role was just to make sure that the department ran smoothly without any hiccups.
Thomas was soon surrounded by tens of police officers pointing their gun at him who immediately recognised him as the runaway convict.
The bloody police officer was next to Thomas so it was much more clear that he was the killer.
He was handcuffed as thrown into the back of a swat van where they prepared to drive him off to prison.
One of the officers stayed behind to inform Renold about their plans.
Renold had curtesy but never failed to do the right thing.
He heighted about 5ft 9inches which was taller than some officers in the department.
Once he heard the knock on the door, he told one of his security officers to open the door.
"Sir, there was a shot of one of the police men in department. We are taking the convict to the cell.
Are we approved, Sir?", the merchant asked his master.
Renold smirked with a cold smile that spread through his face.
He had already knew what happened and felt relieved that his police men were on the scene as quickly as possible although he did not show it.
He gestured the go ahead and gave the necessary card acquisition needed to access the cell facility.
"Get him in. Where leaving", the man who had returned from the conversation with Renold said as he threw the car keys into the arms of the driver.
The men carried Thomas and put him in the trunk as they all got into the S.W.A.T Van and drove of campus.
Renold looked through his vented window as he witnessed the officers drive away.
Calmly, he sipped a cup of water and turned back; returning back to his desk with an implanted Mr. Renold, Head of Department on top of it.
Thomas screamed at the top of his lungs annoying everyone in the van as they sped towards the cell.
"It was all self-defense".