Clarence was watching the Dreaded Crow, waiting to see the bottom of the other shoe. Suddenly, his vision blurred as his stomach jumped into his throat. He cried out in surprise, as he quickly tried to fire his gun, to at least incapacitate the murderer. He heard the ping of the bullet, signifying his defeat. Loosing the murderer was bad, but he could arrest the associates. The talker had not only assaulted an officer, he had aided a criminal. He struggled to maintain his balance when suddenly, the vigor wore off, and he was sent crashing to the ground. He groaned as he stood up, turning towards the door. The exit was now barricaded with electrified crystals, allowing the group time to escape. Clarence paced slightly before cursing loudly and fire his gun at the crystals. After about a clip was spent, the doorway was safe to exit. He rushed outside, looking around for a hint to where the group went. With no clues available, he slammed his fist into the wall of the building, pain shooting through his arm. He checked his lip, a warm liquid beginning to leak from a wound. 'Must've busted it when I fell.' He saw a group of officers approaching, obviously being called about the noise. He know he couldn't mention that he allowed the group to escape, let alone the Dreaded Crow. He gulped, his mind reeling through possible explanations. On the way back to the station, he explained that he had seen a group of trespassers entering the building. He would find the group again, at least one of the members... He ran his hands through his hair, cursing silently. He slowly walked to the evidence lockers, sorting through the collection, searching for anything that might help him discover who this masked man was. The group acted like he was a hero... but terrorists usually think they are.