"Thank you, where are the other policemen? Why is it only you?"
"I'd like to know that myself." Luke shook his head, "Where's the stairwell?"
The black man pointed down the hall, "Keep going to the end, it's on the right-hand side."
"Thank you." Luke said, then found the stairwell and went upstairs.
When he reached the 31st floor, Luke faintly heard some noises and walked to the stairwell entrance to listen carefully, it sounded like someone was talking on a walkie-talkie.
Luke did not rush in immediately; he listened for a while and only heard one person's voice, seemingly a police officer reporting in.
But even so, Luke did not let his guard down.
Luke took a deep breath, held his gun in both hands, and rushed into the hallway, "LAPD! Don't move, get on the ground!"
Upon finishing his words, not far down the corridor, a white man in a Las Vegas police uniform was on the phone.
"LVPD!" the white officer also aimed his gun at Luke, "Don't shoot, I'm a cop too."
