I’ll be in a tropical paradise for a few weeks (back on the 25th), so I won’t be posting for a while. I’ve been saving an excellent story for a time like this, something to hold you over in my absence. This a second hand tale from before I was hired @ the Library:
As a coworker described it, it began like any other day at the Library. The usual Irregulars were around, but nothing too peculiar was happening. However, half-way through this particular day there was a full-fledged police standoff just outside our front door. Across Town, a man shot his wife, then and fled by car. The cops caught up with him directly in front of our building, where the armed man held them at bay for hours.
The police were everywhere. The street was cordoned off, and the library was locked down tight. Eventually, shots were fired. Luckily, neither the man nor the police were injured during the standoff… The man’s wife, though injured, lived. The police were creative in their solution. The man requested water, and the police promptly provided it. Fist they drugged it, then they let him have it. The clueless perpetrator guzzled himself into the arms of Morpheus… And the City’s lockup.