That... wasn't how this went. Takegami tensed behind the table, his fingers stilling and the feel of his weapon - those handy sneaky rings - flexed against his skin. The police had to get around the table to get at him and that was just enough time for him to move.

But then a kid came into the room, stumbling and breathing hard and reacting like a combat veteran towards one of the detectives. Takegami's mouth twisted, sorting through the memories, and that was when the officer standing at the wall darted in and wrapped his hands around his throat. He snarled, pushed against the table, throwing his weight back. He and the chair went backwards, taking the officer with them. Takegami rolled to his feet and used a sharp jab of his elbow against the officer's throat, cracking it.

"Watch the detective."

He pulled the baton free and hit the officer again just in case him struggling for breath was a ruse.