Without a shred of professional restraint, the Captain threw his hands forward, grabbing the rookie violently by the shoulders of his navy-blue uniform. The young officer dropped his aviator sunglasses in pure shock. The Captain shook him, his voice cracking with absolute, unfiltered terror.
"Drop that truck! Idiot!"
The rookie was paralyzed, his mouth hanging open as he stared at his commanding officer in total bewilderment. He had expected backup; instead, he was facing the wrath of a man witnessing the destruction of his department's future.
Marcus, hearing the commotion, slowly turned around. He did not look surprised. He stood firmly on the asphalt, his massive frame radiating an impenetrable calm, and raised his left hand. In his palm rested his smartphone, the high-definition screen glowing brightly against the glare of the sun.