as he realized the gravity of the situation. He stammered, trying to regain his composure, “Sir, I was just following protocol.”
Agent Carter fixed him with a steely gaze. “Protocol doesn’t include assaulting innocent teenagers,” he said coldly.
The weight of the badge on Reed’s chest felt heavier than ever. The officers around him exchanged uneasy glances, realizing that the tables had turned dramatically. Outside, a small crowd had gathered, drawn by the commotion and the presence of the FBI.
Among them, a few had witnessed the earlier arrest and were now murmuring about the injustice they had seen. The tension in the air was palpable. “Bring Jamal out,” Carter ordered.
The desk sergeant, suddenly very cooperative, hurried to comply. When Jamal emerged, his face visibly bruised, his father’s expression softened. He quickly crossed the room to his son, enveloping him in a protective embrace.
“Are you okay?” he asked, searching Jamal’s face for answers. Jamal nodded, though his eyes still held the fear and confusion of the ordeal. “I’m okay now,” he whispered, relief flooding through him.
What happened next changed everything…
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