Surtr looked through the scope at the officer again. He breathed in slowly through his nose, and held his breath. He knew it was only moments away now. He couldn't lose his focus now or it could all fall apart. It felt like minutes passed, but finally, the sound of a gunshot filled the air and Hoover's lifeless body dropped to the ground. It was go time.

Without a second thought, Surtr pulled the trigger. The officer collapsed to his knees. The crowd was going crazy at this point, and Surtr needed to get out. He picked up the rifle and started running. He must have went down five flights of stairs before he got to the ground level. He was dragging his feet but he had no choice but to keep pushing forward. If he stopped here, he was fucked. Nowhere to go. No excuse could get him out of this.

Luckily, Surtr managed to get a fair distance away from all of the commotion without running into anyone. He spotted the maintenance van with the rear doors opened wide. He threw the rifle into it and then slid in himself, his head slamming into Conor_McGregor's ribcage, who apparently just got in the van himself and hadn't moved out of the way.

Surtr reached out and grabbed the door handles. The van started driving away just as he pulled them close. He rested his head against the side of the van as they were being driven to the safehouse. It was almost time for Surtr to light a fire. He lit fires for fun frequently. This one will be fun, but it will also have a purpose. It was almost his time to shine and he could not get it out of his mind.

The van pulled up outside of the safehouse and Surtr jumped out. He ran inside the safehouse and changed his clothes instantly before taking a seat and waiting for the next call.