To answer the question, Alex simply wheels around on one foot and starts walking. It’s as good a “yes” as any. Besides, he expected Mr. Barclay to keep up while he’s in custody.
Alex leads them over to a motorcycle parked against the curb, black, sleek, all elegant lines from the frame to the magnetic locks and the wheels. There isn’t another vehicle like it on the force and luckily – or unluckily – for Andy, there’s room for one more. If he scoots behind the cyborg and holds on for dear life, which is the best advice Alex can give him because there aren’t any seatbelts. As he understands it, a healthy self-preservation response on Andy’s part (AKA a deathgrip) will work just fine. Marching over, Alex swings his leg over the motorcycle in one easy motion, one arm slipping onto the magnetic locks with a thunk-hiss. His head shifts to face the kid.
“Get on.” The visor snaps down, Alex's mouth barely moving. “And don’t fall off.”
He leans forward, the rest of his body locking into place as he gets ready to gun the engine. His HUD lights up with a simulated route to the hotel where they’ve moved some of the items to be auctioned. Some of them have just flown in and haven’t had a chance yet to be properly stored. They will check there first, verify if this Good Guy doll is this “Chucky” and – and then Alex doesn’t even know. He can’t exactly arrest a damn doll as a serial killer.
It probably would've been easier to arrest the kid first.
go ahead and mode Alex driving if needed
Alex leads them over to a motorcycle parked against the curb, black, sleek, all elegant lines from the frame to the magnetic locks and the wheels. There isn’t another vehicle like it on the force and luckily – or unluckily – for Andy, there’s room for one more. If he scoots behind the cyborg and holds on for dear life, which is the best advice Alex can give him because there aren’t any seatbelts. As he understands it, a healthy self-preservation response on Andy’s part (AKA a deathgrip) will work just fine. Marching over, Alex swings his leg over the motorcycle in one easy motion, one arm slipping onto the magnetic locks with a thunk-hiss. His head shifts to face the kid.
“Get on.” The visor snaps down, Alex's mouth barely moving. “And don’t fall off.”
He leans forward, the rest of his body locking into place as he gets ready to gun the engine. His HUD lights up with a simulated route to the hotel where they’ve moved some of the items to be auctioned. Some of them have just flown in and haven’t had a chance yet to be properly stored. They will check there first, verify if this Good Guy doll is this “Chucky” and – and then Alex doesn’t even know. He can’t exactly arrest a damn doll as a serial killer.
It probably would've been easier to arrest the kid first.