Chapter something or other
The police are good. They have tools and tricks. They can fire a gun. They're trained for this. The police can reach a school in under five minutes. You have no clue how many bullets can be fired in five minutes. Hostage situations are difficult. Compromises are hard to reach. Intervention is gambling with a life. You have to know what to say, how to say it, and when. A wrong move will send a bullet to a third party's head. That's what Mr. Sariah attempted know. Reasoning and compromising with a soul far beyond help. It's an art that doesn't get enough credit, forensic speech. The conversation was mainly one sided. Samuel responded only once. I remember it went something like this. "You know this is wrong. You don't really want to do this, do you?" A pause, followed by no answer. "We can get you help, if you put that down." Still, Samuel refuses to acknowledge him. "Why don't you do the right thing and put that down?" This time, Samuel responds. "Stop. Now." It's hard to compromise with a unmoving party.