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[color=indianred]Becker[/color][/h2][img]https://c.tenor.com/7XRiwlokC4kAAAAC/tenor.gif[/img]

[i]Location:Coffee Shop 
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As the police officer finished jotting down Becker's statement, she offered a nod of gratitude. [color=indianred]"Thank you,"[/color] she said courteously, accepting the officer's card and slipping it into her pocket. Glancing at Dave, she gestured subtly towards the exit, silently signaling their readiness to leave.

Dave nodded in agreement, his expression reflecting a mix of relief and apprehension. However, before they could depart, the sudden commotion outside captured their attention—a crash followed by a piercing scream echoed through the cafe.

Reacting swiftly, Becker and Dave hurried to the window, their eyes widening in shock at the unfolding scene. The once-injured victim, now seemingly revitalized, launched an aggressive attack on one of the EMTs, prompting urgent intervention from the responding officers.

With adrenaline surging, Becker turned to Dave, her tone urgent. [color=indianred]"We can't just stand here. We need to help,"[/color] she insisted, her gaze darting towards Flynn, who stood nearby. [color=indianred]"We could use an extra pair of hands."[/color]

Dave nodded in agreement, his resolve firm as they prepared to intervene in the escalating chaos.