Police and government officials go through years of training in order to refine and craft their skills. They learn the art of the firearm, hand-to-hand combat and defense, and even learn the power of the voice in order to defuse situations.
There are those who specialize in the way of words in order to bring about solutions and resolve dangerous situations: they are called negotiators. They are the best at getting into people’s heads and thoughts, hoping to bring an end to a conflict as peacefully as possible.
They also have the power to say the absolutely wrong things and only make the situations much, much worse than it should have been.
“My job’s done, take the shot.” The woman chucked the megaphone in a random direction and started walking off of the scene.
The chief watched the woman as she walked away, stunned at how she casually left the negotiations. He looked up at the sixth floor window.
“Uhh… What do we do now?” The chief turned around to look at the rest of the patrol units, all of them shrugging and unsure of the next step.
“Hey,” Rodrick called out. “Where she going?”
The chief looked back at the window and shrugged, “I don’t know.”
“So… Are we done?”
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