While his partner swore and tried to find a non-clogged street route towards the bay, Harold frantically checked the police band.  Something bad was happening back at Midas Tower, but in the chaos, he couldn’t sort out what it was.  The system didn’t have  a dispatcher, and the computer algorithm couldn’t keep up with the traffic
“We should go back,” He said.  Kumar scoffed.
“We should get the bastard that did this.  Maybe he’ll know how to stop it.”
“But there could be officers down back there.”
“Virtual avatars.  Just bullshit to cover his escape.”  Kumar blared the siren