[color=fdc68a]"Michael Keahi. But you can call me Mike."[/color] He told Ascot when he asked for his name. Titles and formalities didn't matter much to him, but he had some of these people might default to calling him "officer" anyway. Upon the suggestion that the madman might be useful, Michael wasn't entirely displeased, though perhaps a little bit. Truth be told, he didn't mind the idea of using him to fight something all that much at all, but his concern was more practical than moralistic. How could they possibly trust this guy not to try and stab them all in the back regardless of the circumstances? He didn't seem like he had a lick of sense in this situation. He even seemed eager to encourage his own violent death, given he suggested for Ascot to take the gun. Ascot seemed determined to try and reason with the guy though, as he even tried to lecture him as to his position right now. It was up to him if he wanted to try ultimately, but Michael doubted anything useful would come of this guy.

Before they departed, someone took the opportunity to warn him and Ascot not to [i]'do anything they couldn't take back'[/i]. Was he really that concerned that they were going to kill the knife-nut? Not wanting people to die was all well and good, but he hadn't thought he'd given anyone the impression he was out to kill the bastard just yet. Perhaps it was inspired by how tense everything had gotten? He couldn't entirely blame the guy for worrying that people might do something rash with all that had happened. However, eventually Michael's thoughts passed from ruminating on his words to the realisation that he recognised his voice. This was the guy that had warned him about the attacker back at the station. He hadn't exactly had time to get a look at his face, so recognising him that way had been out of the question earlier. But now he was sure it was him. 

Eventually, the lot of them decided to get walking. Carrying the psycho certainly made things harder, but Michael had enough in him to pull the bastard along. Before they reached their destination, one of their number decided to pipe up and ask for a break. Everyone seemed to be inclined to follow suit, so Michael figured he may as well stop too. Ascot started to almost wax philosophical about their situation, prompted by the girl's questions. All it boiled down to in the end though was [i]'I have no idea what will happen, but let's just try our best'[/i]. It was absolutely all they could do. He even took a moment to thank him again. [color=fdc68a]"Don't mention it."[/color] Michael replied casually. If it hadn't been for the supernatural environment, this could almost be another day in the life of Officer Michael Keahi.

However, what had been most dwelling on him was the guy whose identity he had figured out a while back. He had been tossing with the idea of saying something to him on the way, but now they had stopped, it was the perfect opportunity. Approaching him, Michael began to speak. [color=fdc68a]"Hey. You're the guy that called out to me back at the station, right?"[/color] He didn't think it was something anyone could forget, but he sure hoped he wasn't unaware of what he meant. [color=fdc68a]"I just wanted to say thanks, for the sentiment if nothing else. I know it didn't exactly help me, but it's the thought that counts."[/color] Which felt strange to say about something so heavy, but Michael didn't have a better way of phrasing it. [color=fdc68a]"I'm Michael Keahi, if you didn't catch my name earlier."[/color] He wouldn't blame anyone for forgetting he had loudly announced his name back at the station, given everything that had happened. The funny thing was that now that he thought about it, Michael had the strangest feeling he had met him before. Michael met a lot of people on the beat, of course, so trying to remember them all was beyond him. But something at the back of his head insisted he had heard his voice even before this all started.

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