"Shit Gregory," Goren shouted.
Both ran towards the explosion where EMTs were signaled toward the affected area.
"I took my eyes off him for one minute."
"No, don't you. This is not your fault."
"I should have stayed with him. He was the target."
He then proceeds to go up to Dunne and push him to the ground. "His death is on your hands." Frustration and anger was like perspiration. He couldn't contain it. After he got his wits he saw the crowd picking up and everything felt wrong.
The crowd confused after the blast began shoving into each other and some began running away but stumbling over each other. Terror was plastered on their faces. Some were crying red faced others were screaming. As they pushed forward a young Jordan fell to the ground was stepped on and pushed down but rose, managing to reach for his inhaler. His breath was staggered. He couldn't signal for help. Everything was loud booming chaos. He stumbled to the front of the crowd where he was lost from his family and fell forward with the glint of shine caught off his inhaler catching the eyes of officers.
A scared and adrenaline-driven cop yelled out "Gun!" Protesters force their way against police and a gun goes off but not in the group of protesters but from several cops trained to shoot first ask questions later.
"Wait!" Goren shouted but they weren't in the field of view of Jordan. Goren could see the inhaler but it wasn't enough time to warn officers who railed shot after shot into his small body. Blood spurts out and while gunshot is heard in the chaos police think they are being fired upon, a grouping of shots by several officers is fired.
Jordan's body animated with each shot's trajectory. Then, Goren looked back and saw Eames had fired a bullet smoke emitting from her gun. Damn it The crowd was rowdy visibly frustrated and angry with being attacked. Their unpredictability led her without the clearest view to see the target but she can see in the general direction shots are going. Before she could get a good look, Eames fired a shot into the crowd like taught instinct. She fired to the threat but the threat turned out to be a kid.
It all happened in a New York minute. The attack the pushback, the heat. It was primed for a riot.
Tensions were already high and after the blast killed Gregory, and now it was chaos and screaming, and anger. Lots of anger.
Eames attempted to run up to the body but was pushed back by protesters who weren't happy with NYPD no, especially now.
"What did I do? A child." Eames wipes at the sweat that collected from adrenaline off her face. She felt tears coming but this wasn't the time or place for them so she held them in.
"You okay."
"No. I'm not okay. He was a kid. I shot a kid."
"Things are going to get a lot worse very fast we need to move. Process later. Give me your gun."
Then it came as a guttural wail that everyone knows to be the mama bear call. She, whoever she was, just lost her son. At the moment it looked like people were trampling him. With the mother trying to guard her boy with her body. She screamed holding onto his body. "No!" a wailing full body scream heard everywhere. "Not my boy. No, no, no. Jordan! You Fucking corrupt cops. What did you do to my boy? My sweet sweet boy." Then, loud sobbing and even though it was chaos, loud with protesters and police at each others throats, the sobs could not be contained and everyone was witness to a mother's grief.
"Shit." Goren mumbled under his breath This is all wrong. Everything wrong. "Let's get out of here."
"But we can't. I-I shot..."
"Nope. Not now. We have to get out of here alive. Then, we worry about justice for that boy."
Goren managed to lead them behind some cars while they looked for the best route out of the chaos and destruction.
"You didn't fire?"
"I saw the inhaler."
"Well I want to turn myself in. Do this by the book."
"And you will but now they don't care that it was protocol. They want all the responsible parties to suffer."
"Maybe I should. He was so young."
"I know you Eames. You are not a corrupt killer. They don't know that. I need you to put all of that aside right now so we can deal with this properly later. You can't fight this from a body bag."
Goren peaked from beyond the car. Cops and protesters were fighting each other, physically coming to blows. Some started to destroy things and cars were being targeted.
"We need to move. Our vehicle is just over there if we can get to it. Then, we can talk to the union rep and Captain, see what our next steps are." Goren was no stranger to a hostile environment. His army instincts took over and he would see his plan to the end. He cautiously rose keeping most his body bent down to sneak away. "Come on," Goren motioned to Eames.
"What about Gregory?"
"We can't do nothing for him now. I'll call it in get someone to guard off that area. Then, we can address it once we are safely out of here." He called out on his radio the corresponding numbers and alerted the detectives to Gregory's body, where the blast had just occurred moments before. He also told them he would be enroute to 1PP shortly.
"When I say go, you run over to our vehicle. No thinking just run." Goren peaked, surveyed the area, then gave his order, "Go."
Eames ran over to their vehicle and began to put the key in the ignition and Goren close behind got in the car and said, "Drive fast."