My earnest wish (other than the obvious one that this wouldn't happen again) is that they take down one of these pieces of shit before he can kill himself. It would be useful to study the fucker, and maybe learn something about what sets people off like this. No anesthetic, of course. Vivisection completely ok.
Yeah, that's me, Tracer Bullet. I've got eight slugs in me. One's lead,
the rest bourbon. The drink packs a wallop, and I pack a revolver. I'm
a private eye.