The bust

At 3 AM, old Mr. Hower woke up with a start. Outside in the street a pandemonium had broken loose. Screaming brakes, sirens, shouting voices, the sound of breaking wood! And all of a sudden his whole bedroom was bathing in light as if it was the midst of day. He got out of bed, reached for his glasses, and went over to the window.
Looking out he couldn't believe his eyes: it was a bust! A bust, finally! There were police cars everywhere, and vans. There even was a chopper hanging in the air. There were man and women in uniform, and guys in suits, some running around, and some taking on strategic positions behind the cars and car doors.

His heart jumped for joy! Finally the city had decided to intervene! And high time it was, too.Everybody in the neighbourhood knew what went on in that rat hole across the street, and it been going on for years! And now, there would be an end to it! There: he saw the first scumbags being led out, hands cuffed behind their backs! From his standpoint, on the second floor, he noticed how a few dark figures were trying to escape over the roof. Shots were fired from the chopper, and two of them collapsed. The other three gave up, putting their hands in the air, then sank to their knees, awaiting arrest.

Returning his attention to street level again, his heart skipped a beat. Standing in front of a spotlight was one of the suits. And in his arms he was carrying an Asian girl. Although she was squirming like a fish on a hook, he controlled her easily, holding her up, a feet above the pavement.

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