Roxy turned toward the sound of the sirens immediately she heard them, her eyes widening with fear. Without a second thought, she sprinted away, leaving her friends scattered on the pavement.
The sirens grew louder, and a police car pulled up to the sidewalk near Don. The car had a sleek, slightly futuristic design, with streamlined curves and a glossy black finish. Blue and red lights flashed on its roof, casting a glow over the scene.
A voice boomed from the car's megaphone. "Put your hands up!"
Don then thought, 'Are you fucking kidding me?' Before slowly raising his hands while still panting heavily from the fight. The car door opened, and an officer stepped out, drawing his gun cautiously.
"Get down and put your hands behind your back!" the officer yelled, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Don tried to explain, "They attacked me—"
"Get down now!" the officer interrupted, his grip on the gun steady.
