It seemed that the security checks in the Octan building were fine. Bad Cop leant against his chair and browsed the computer, but everything seemed to have been fine.
They were still in the process of finding Emmet who was holding the Piece of Resistance, but there'd been no jump to action. They did have more of a majority of the Master Builders now, but considering how resilient Lord Business had been lately, Bad Cop wondered where the relaxation in finding him had happened.
To be fair, there was nothing left of the rest of CloudCuckooLand of which the Master Builders were situated. Everything had fallen into the ocean and the rest had been picked up upon by the Super-Secret Police. There was no sign of Emmet or any of his team, so he didn't see it possible that they had survived.
When he reported back to Lord Business about Emmet and the missing Master Builders, he was adamant as he possibly could with his boss without having the feeling he was about to be murdered (he felt he did provide at least a convincing argument, although he didn't know what to think when he started rambling on about the logic in a double-decker couch that was found floating in the ocean) that his plan wasn't going to be ruined in the meantime as they had drowned in the ocean. There was no possibility of survival.
However, Lord Business did end up being sceptical about the whole thing, although what it meant was that he was concentrating a lot on furthering his plan for world domination. Despite himself feeling obsessed about capturing Emmet (on two failed attempts – he was kicking himself because it was at the expense of his own health and safety), Bad Cop knew there definitely weren't any signs of him and the others appearing any time soon. They were long gone and the only thing they were doing was sleeping with the fishes.
He found himself quietly singing an Irish song that he had listened to when he was younger, having been stuck in his mind for so long. It was so serene among the usual click and beep of computers, the air still and relaxed. There was nothing like a rendition of 'Danny Boy' as he made sure to keep on top of all the updates; if there was any, that is.
His radio sat on the desk nearby – he kept it on his person at all times because he never knew when he was about to be told something vitally important – and with the last update being at least 5 minutes ago, Bad Cop found himself resigned to waiting and staring in order to look busy. Someone pick up, he thought, there must be a lot more going on right now. He suddenly wished that he didn't have a lot of time to himself; either that, or Emmet and the others were still around for him to busy himself in capturing them.
He was halfway through his second rendition when there were two short, sharp bursts from the radio as it crackled to life, awakening him from his daydream. He felt himself leap forward as his hand snapped forward in a sudden motion to grab the radio, all without awareness of his body's movements.
Finally.