"I found something," another of the officers, Pete Something or the other called, motioning Ryan over. All of the cops on the scene were pretty new, with Ryan having seniority by two days. He glanced down at what the young red haired man was pointing to, a gun that was behind a stack of boxes.
"You think it's the fugitive's?" Pete asked anxiously. He had never been in an actual situation involving weapons before and he was seriously on edge.
"Looks like the marshal's to me," Ryan said as he shook his head. Where was that man anyway? He wanted to be able to prove himself, to show his superiors what he was capable of, but he wasn't stupid. No way was he ready to handle a manhunt for a federal fugitive on his own. He glaced at the gun again. It didn't look like it had been dropped or hidden behind the boxes. He glanced across the area, his eyes finally coming to rest on the water. "Hey, has anyone checked the water yet?"
That question promptly caused two of the young detectives to look down and spot Sam Gerard floating face down in the water. Ryan almost paniced as the men jumped in, floundering around so badly that he thought they were more likely to drown the marshal if he wasn't already drowned than to save him. Oh, this was very very bad. Loosing a US marshal was bad enough but lost implied hope that they might turn up again and things could work out. Having one drown on your watch though.....
"Get EMS down here now!" he yelled at Pete as Sam was finally manhandled back onto the pier. He knelt beside him, rolling the man onto his back feeling as if he would faint at any moment. He really hadn't done very well in those medical training classes and this didn't look good at all. Bluish tinge to the skin, blood all over his head.... Ryan frantically fumbled for a pulse not even half sure he actually remembered where to look for one. Just then, Sam gasped and started to cough and choke up the lake water he had inhaled.
Another cop arrived with blankets and the group quickly covered Sam, turning him onto his side to help him breathe when suddenly his eyes blinked open, scanning the area quickly and cooly for the fugitive even as he begin to involuntarily shiver. Sam started to say something that rapidly turned into a choking cough when he didn't see the man safely in custody. What were these people doing not going after him? And where was his team? This was the most disorganized.....
"Sir, just lay still, okay?" Ryan said. "We've got an ambulance on the way."
Ambulance? He didn't need an ambulance. What he needed was for this kid to get on the ball and get his fugitive. Sam started to pull himself into a sitting position to tell him exactly this but pain shopt through his head and he weakly collapsed, the shivering growing more violent with the movement. "The fugtive," he muttered, bitting his lip a bit to keep from stuttering. He wasn't going to let these kids here him stuttering. "Get the fugitive!" Then with another wet cough, he was unconscious again.
"You heard him," Ryan said. He couldn't manage this himself, of course, but surely he could get the guys organized into some sort of team and try to follow the marshal's orders. He motioned towards both ends of the pier. Two of you go that way and two go the other. Keep an eye out for anything suspicious. Pete, go watch for the ambulance and get them back here as quick as you can."