"Shots fired!" The chiefs voice called out. "Sir, if you do not respond, we will be forced to come to you!" Stamping feet could be heard. The bus was being surrounded. "If any hostages are hurt, our day has just become much more eventful!" It seems the gas has had the same effect on the police, as on the passengers, confusion, and alarm. "Step out, with your hands up!" The cliche phrase was bellowed towards the vehicle. The heads of the armed (tall) and ready police force could bee seen just peeking at the edge of the window. The working men and women were waiting or a response from twice dead men, and if they didn't get one soon, things could get needlessly annoying. 

Vati sat on the fire escape of a tall apartment building, overlooking the bus fiasco. A slight chuckle raising from him. "A little late to the party gents." His oily voice regarded the scene to himself. He seemed quite pleased with what was happening. A cool breeze rolled by him, the smell of smoke catching his attention. "But of course, this isn't the only party in town..." He looked off t his left, and promptly, vanished in a cloud of black.