"Maybe you should remain in the car, William," Jacqueline said. She straightened the collar of her jacket. Her eyes sincerely pleaded with her husband. To no avail.
"You already know my response to your suggestion," he said. Just then, a Molotov cocktail was hurled just above their heads, hitting the brick wall façade of the nearest building. Sebastian ducked. William grabbed a shocked Jacqueline and dove behind the police car with her in tow. "This will be our shield until you do whatever you need to." Jacqueline nodded her head. She crawled closer to the scene where her victim was found, ensuring that her knees did not touch the ground. She and William heard the same homemade weapon roll. The glass bottle tumbled slowly, with the engraved letters of its former content now illegible. Over pebbles and the cold asphalt it rolled. Jacqueline looked to William. He reached his hand out to her. Her husband saw her fear. Still, she had her duty to her fellow detective. Sebastian turned behind. There was too much space between him and Jacqueline. The Molotov cocktail stopped in the middle of them both. She turned her head sympathetically towards her colleague. He appeared panicked. Jacqueline did not know what to do in these critical moments. William did, however. He always had the foresight of what was the next matter to be accomplished for the next task to be completed. His mind calculated quickly. His wife was his priority. Always. He nearly stood as she extended his arms to her. Jacqueline reached for her husband. He fell backwards then quickly turned her beneath him and covered her. The riot weapon exploded. Thompson could not hear anything. She watched her husband's lips move. He might as well have been lip-syncing. She covered one ear and pulled her hand from it to make sure it had not bled. A few bricks from the building closest to them loosen, collapsing into dust clouds as they made their ruinous contact with the ground below. Jacqueline tried to look. William shielded the side of her face with his strong hand. Dusty roils of smoke formed before them. Neither could see beyond each other. Neither William nor Jacqueline could see Sebastian.
"We have to go-now, Jacqueline!" William said.
"...but we cannot just abandon..." Jacqueline said. A few more bricks fell. The detective nearly lost one of her shoes as she scrambled to keep close to her husband. William was to accept no further debate concerning the matter. He scooped her up. "No, William-don't!"
"You are my wife. Yes, Jacqueline, I will." One of the passenger windows of the police car shattered from the blast. Jacqueline looked back. She still could not see her colleague. Maybe this was for the best. The detective saw the wall begin to crumble. William carefully, but quickly placed Jacqueline into the car. He sped off as Sebastian left the key in the ignition. She wondered if her fellow detective had truly fallen. They drove through the riots, able to avoid most attention. Once they were clear of the crowds, her husband sped off.
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