With siren blaring, Armstrong's squad car sped along the crowded D.C. streets in hot pursuit of the Presidential Limousine. Adrian held on tightly at his side.
"Dispatch, this is Lieutenant Jedediah Armstrong calling an APB on a white male, aged around 45 years old named Jack Hauser. We are currently in hot pursuit of him going East on Pennsylvania Avenue around 9th street…no, make that turning right on 9th. He's in the Presidential Limousine and has taken off with a woman in her early to mid 40s, blonde hair, caucasian, whom we believe to be in danger. Requesting backup. Please consider him armed and dangerous. I repeat, armed and dangerous."
"Keep going!" Adrian yelled. "Go! Go! Go! Don't slow down. Catch him!"
Inside the limo Natalie tried to grab Hauser by the arm but he flung his hand back and hit her in the face, knocking her into the back seat. He took the expressway and jumped on to I-365 heading East.
"He's getting onto 365, East bound." Preacher radioed, as two more cruisers joined the pursuit.
Hauser weaved in and out and a dazed Natalie found it hard to keep her balance in the back seat.
Preacher floored the gas on his squad car and drove up to the driver's side window motioning for him to pull over.
Instead, Hauser exited the highway on South Capitol Avenue causing Preacher to slow down as he went into the grassy area at the median and then pulled his car back onto the road.
By this time, five police cruisers were in pursuit and two more were on their way.
"Turning right onto M-Street" said Preacher as Monk continued to say "Hurry! Pull up next to him again. See if we can get him to stop."
Preacher sped up and got to the driver's side window again, but this time was met with a gun shot which shattered the passenger side glass and caused him to slow down again.
"Give me your gun!" Adrian yelled.
"What?" Preacher said.
"Give me your gun, and pull up beside him."
"Listen, Adrian. I can't let you do that. We're on a busy street in the middle of the day, and besides, you've got Natalie in there to worry about."
"Give me your gun!" he yelled. "I can shoot the tires out."
Preacher was thinking about it when Jack pulled onto Independence Avenue Southwest. "Suspect is heading towards the Korean War Memorial on Independence, do you copy?"
"Roger that, came a voice on the radio. We are heading your way going across the Arlington Memorial Bridge right now. We'll meet with you shortly."
Natalie pulled herself back up on the back of the seat and tried to grab for the steering wheel.
Hauser turned and pointed the gun at her and told her to "sit down and shut up."
Reaching the area just beyond the Korean War Memorial he turned his head back to the road and was met with two cruisers headed the opposite direction. Startled, he jerked the steering wheel to the left and spun the limo around. The limo slid across the street and rammed into light post, flipped onto its side and then went over the embankment into the Potomac River.
Preacher's car screeched to a halt as did all other pursuing cruisers. Opening the doors, Preacher and Monk both headed towards the water where the limo was now fully submerged. Not giving it a second thought, Monk ran and jumped into the water, despite being only a fair swimmer.
Swimming in the muddy water he could not see, but he felt along until he felt metal. He held his breath and reached the rear passenger door of the limo, pulled it open and felt inside.
Grabbing Natalie, he pulled her out of the wreckage and with one arm around her waist and then pulled her to the surface. As he struggled to get back to the river bank his head bobbed up and down and he consumed river water. Preacher jumped in after them and helped pull both to shore as another officer went for Hauser.
Natalie wasn't breathing. Placing her on the riverbank, Monk and Preacher began to do CPR. Preacher pumped her chest as Monk tilted her head back and breathed into her mouth. Suddenly, she began coughing and taking shallow breaths on her own.
Adrian sat with her back on his lap and her head on his chest rocking and cradling her with tears in his eyes. "Please don't leave me. Please don't go." He said as he awaited the life squad.
Soon, two officers surfaced with Hauser's body. Laying him on the ground, the officers attempted CPR on him as well, but it was no use. Jack Hauser was dead.