Car horns blared and the bustling city was filled with murmurs of citizens, finding himself overwhelmed by it all in his moments of vulnerability, now drenched in blood from his vicious acts.
'...Shit…' He thought.
This thought process came from the unmistakable sound of sirens wheering in the distance, approaching swiftly as cabs and passing vehicles in the street moved to the side, allowing for the police cars to arrive in front of the hotel.
He was surrounded with the streets cut off by a half dozen black-and-white police vehicles with the blaring sirens still going off.
"Suspect found," one of the policemen said into his radio before pointing his handgun towards Noah, using his car door as cover, "Hands in the air!"
There were at least a dozen, all standing ready with their guns pointed at him and hundreds of onlookers, blocked off at each end of the downtown street.
"Hands above your head! If you don't comply, we will use lethal force!"
