39 Chapter 39

- A-Isaac Dinklage ?! You're dead! Crashed!

"It's just that I've heard so many prayers and groans of" Isaac come back "here that I had to rise again. What happened here?

- Attack on the site. - the officer frowned. - Nobody died, but there were several wounded.

- Who attacked?

- Gang of "Crosses". A new group that started a new war in Gotham.

- Many civilian casualties?

- So far, a little, but every day, some kind of mess happens. There was even a case when some of the gangs tried to free their friends from Arkham. But the most amazing thing is that they were prevented.

"I think it's no surprise that Batman and his family of mice got in the way.

"Not him, but Poison Ivy.

What, what, I heard right? Did Pamela help the police?

"I heard right. Poison Ivy helped the police and fought off the attack?"

- Yes. True, a couple of psychos escaped. But she entangled the attackers with her vines so that they then had to be pulled out of there for more than an hour. It seems they say that Ivy is already at large. Moreover, she was officially released with a certificate.

- Hmm. Thanks for the info. Is the commissar inside?

- Not. He's on call, along with most of ours. Now we have martial law, so hop into the gun and put on the armor and take the weapon. The coming days will be hot.

"I know that myself. Thank you. I went.

After that, for another half hour, I listened to congratulations and joys from colleagues that I was alive and well. I was still allowed to take everything I needed. At first, the sergeant did not want to give it to me, since, officially, I am no longer listed as their employee, but a dead hero.

And after that, together with reinforcements, he drove up to the place of general chaos. It was a shopping center in Gotham. The biggest one that seemed to belong to Wayne.

The number of police officers scattered around the district in the hope of finding a favorite bosses. They didn't even notice me in such a bustle. But I still found the bosses,

Gordon, Bullock and a couple of other officers stood with McCoy and were actively discussing something.

- Hello, do you need help?

- Kha-kha ... D-dinklage? - Bullock choked on coffee. **

- I, and who else? - I look at them as idiots, they say it should be so.

- You died ?!

- Well, it's generally impolite to call a living, healthy person a dead man. And no, I was not killed, but in a plane crash. And ended up on the island.

"I don't know how lucky you are, guy. - Gordon puffed his pipe - But we need your luck now. I'm glad you survived. At least one good news lately. You come under the command of Sergeant Rene Montoy. - he nodded at the dark-skinned beauty that came up to us with a shotgun.

- D-dinklage? But you…

- Yes, I'm alive, alive. - already tiredly rubbed the bridge of his nose. - What task will we have?

- Cleaning the first floor and taking out the hostages.

"Shouldn't the special police force be in charge of this?" Spetsnaz, for example?

- We have only one special forces platoon. The rest are either wounded or on their way to Bellerive. - answered already Bullock.

- Bad.

- You don't have to go in the front rows - said Gordon - You are only from ... "Long business trip" and not quite in shape. Apparently I was in a hurry when I decided to send you to the group ...

- I will go. I interrupted him. - In any case, you need help. I have experience in the military service and I seem to have joined the Gotham City movement. So that I need to go.

- Hmm. Clear.

+ 100 relationship with Rene Montoya

+ 100 relationship with Jim Gordon

+ 100 relationship with Harvey Bullock

+ 100 relationship with Arthur McCoy.

It seems that pathos began to appear in my speeches. Although, to be honest, he used to be ...

After that, under the leadership of a sergeant, I went to the opposite side of the "headquarters", where we met with five more policemen. Among them was Rick.

- Dude…

- I'm alive and well and I'm not going to die. At all! All details after.

But no one resisted shaking hands, patting the shoulders and even hugging (!). I didn't expect to be so loved and expected at the station.

Then we waited for the command.