"Cuff him." One of the operators asked her teammate.
"On it." Slicking her rifle on her back, she took out a plastic cuff and arrested the poor man, not forgetting to smack the head in the process. "Crying now? Why don't you learn to cry when you broke the law, huh?"
The man wept bitterly. If his mind returned from insanity, he would complain, police abuse! Fortunately, he did not. Else, more slaps would follow to teach him, his true situation.
The others kicked away the trio's AKs and checked the two bodies' vitalities, then shook their head. "Deceased."
The team leader nodded and reported: "HQ, Bravo 2. The battle is over. Threats neutralized. Three tangoes, two KIA and one in a pretty bad shape."
"I'm sorry, Bravo 2, say again your last. How bad? Need medical treatment?"
"Negative, suspect is scared shitless; he can't talk or react normally. Anyway, we have no idea what to do."
