Outside the gated mansion, police cars were parked on the snowy sidewalks, with police officers standing nearby with their radio phones in hand.
There were few tents built in; inside were higher-ups from the police station and members of high society.
There were armed police officers standing by, readying themselves to enter the mansion and apprehend the terrorists.
However, the lives of the hostages were the highest priority, and they didn't want to be reckless.
Jack stomped out of one of the tents with frustration visible on his face and headed to the dark forest that was empty of police officers.
He clutched his walking cane and leaned against one of the trees with a painful gaze in his face.
"Those stubborn fools..." He slammed his walking cane against the trunk, and let out a frustrated yell into the empty forest.
The sirens blasting and the sound of approaching police cars subdued his screams of frustration.
