After a few hours of shooting at Derrick's press conference, with furious flashlights and squatting on my limited space in front of him, I was all sleepy and already half in wonderland. As I came out of the gates of Admiralty MRT Station, half awake and unaware of my surroundings, the only conscious thought on my mind was to head home, maybe slump onto bed and snore away, or maybe tackle a few more stuff on my worklist... or maybe...
Through my earpiece, I heard a shout. And a malay youngster with a slingbag on one shoulder and holding something else with his other hand suddenly ran past me. Zoooooom. o_o
Then another guy in bright orange shirt, which I later realised that it was the uniform for the staff at Prime Supermarket, was hot on his heels, running after him and yelling at the top of his voice. O_O
Then a police officer came lumbering behind, his right hand either holding onto his pants or his gun or something in his pocket (probably his ass), with an expression of 'huh? where did he go' sorta face. o_O
Oh great, if only I wasnt so pre-occupied in my own world, if only I had been more alert, I could stick out my leg and tripped him, or swing out my arm and whacked his face. Yes, he was THAT close to me.
That malay guy must be dumb enough to run through the MRT Station where dozensssss of security cameras are on the roll. I guessed he kinda secured a one way express trip ticket onto the Wanted list and a cell for himself.
And now now now... Why is the guy staff from Prime Supermarket leading the chase instead of the policeman. And from what I see, that guy wasnt exactly well built, a little round, and still can run better than the policeman, and can yell at the same time somemore.
Pretty well done huh, to trust our dear police force in enforcing order.