Jenknis stepped to the microphone.  He coughed, once.  He was not used to public speaking, and relied on his blustery presence to carry the day.  After the events at the tower, and the infection, he was all out of bluster.  Wallace watched him sweat from the crowd.  He is exhausted as any of us, he realized.  What would the big man say?  He leaned forward.
“My fellow officers.  Today was a bad day.  The worst in CPD history.  Let me first commend every single one of you.  This was not what you signed up for.  But today isn’t over yet.”