Mitchell grabbed his shoulder and spun him around as far as the handcuffs allowed.
"WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?"
Daniel looked directly into his eyes.
"My team."
"Your team?"
"That's correct."
Mitchell let out an angry laugh.
"You think this is some kind of movie? You're standing next to my patrol car in handcuffs. You don't give orders here."
Daniel's expression did not change.
"Apparently, you haven't figured out what's happening yet."
Mitchell's face turned red.
He stepped backward, reached for his holster, and drew his firearm.
"Don't move!"
Daniel immediately stopped moving.
His eyes dropped briefly toward the weapon before returning to Mitchell's face.
"Put that away."
"Don't tell me what to do!"
"I'm not a threat to you."
"Then stop acting like you're in charge!"
Daniel spoke slowly, carefully choosing every word.
"Officer Mitchell, listen to me. You need to lower your weapon."
Mitchell froze.
The man had just addressed him by his last name.
He had never introduced himself.
"How do you know my name?"
Daniel didn't answer.
Instead, he looked toward the road behind the patrol vehicle.
A second set of headlights appeared in the distance.
Mitchell noticed his attention shifting.
"Eyes on me!"
Daniel looked back.
"You're running out of time."
"WHAT?"
Before Mitchell could say anything else, another patrol vehicle came to an abrupt stop behind them.
The driver's door opened.