Chief Lance Fieldings' eyes bugged out, as if he couldn't believe himself that he was inside this bar. He then raised his gun, waving it at every single patron.
Everyone in the Circus Cabaret just watched him in amusement, like he was some interesting display in the museum.
Ivan Ivanovich simply tilted his head to the side and asked almost too politely to the point of sarcastic:
"Why are you here, Mr. Policeman?"
Harker, Roland and Artea were being covered by the bodies of the patrons. It was so well-covered that he thought it might as well have been deliberate. But he could still spot Chief Fieldings, and his body language seemed very tense. His hand that held the gun shook a little.
"I don't want no trouble here, you freaky fuckers. I just want what's mine." He said, and began describing the people he was in pursuit with.
