Alasdair wasn't far from the scene when he heard the whistle blow. He knew the sound instinctively. Within second his feet were carrying him as fast as they could towards the sound of the whistle. It was almost a run but more a fast paced walk. He knew running would be seen as unprofessional by the public eye.

Alasdair came round the corner and just out of the corner he saw Constable Wood. He was beside him within seconds, hand on his baton ready to go at a moments notice. "You alright Wood?" He asked in a sensere tone before his scottish accent became prominent and he muttered loud enough for Wood to hear. "Mary mother of christ what is all this then!"