William Cole and Sean Lawson moved quickly.
It was nightfall, the peak of rush hour, and the traffic was extremely congested.
Sean Lawson switched on the siren, the police car clearing a path; what was once a blocked exit of the city instantly became unobstructed.
Forty minutes later, William Cole and Sean Lawson arrived at the suburban prison.
"I'm Sean Lawson from the Bureau of Safety and I request to interrogate Levi Weaver under official business," Sean Lawson declared as he barged into the prison, showing his ID.
The person in charge of the prison quickly showed up, looking perplexed upon seeing Sean Lawson, "Director Lawson, what's going on?"
Sean Lawson quickly responded, "No time to explain, I need to see Levi Weaver right now."
"Prepare an interrogation room, I need to question him."
The prison official's expression changed, simmering with unease.
Sean Lawson, frowning, asked, "What's the matter?"
"Director Lawson, Levi Weaver, he…" the official stammered.