On the screen he is holding up a photograph and whatever blood was in Steve’s skin drains away as a lump forms in his throat. He stops the bike for a second to make sure he was seeing it correctly.
Steve: Are there no depths to which this bastard would sink?
Then revs the bike hard taking off towards the exit ramp. On the screen Mark is holding a photograph. It’s another Lieutenant, all kitted out in metal but his face badly bruised. And Steve recognised him – it’s Moe.
Mark: I’m sure this has you thinking. What the hell is he up to now? You are probably also wondering where I am and the locations are narrowing down in your mind.
You see, I know