“Drop the Gun” – HPD Kills Hostage Taker

By: Observer Staff. Edited by: Daiyu Tang.

A man calling himself Isaac Injinerski (dispatch initially logged him as ‘Enginerski’) was shot and killed by HPD outside the Hathian Theatre and Gein Burger on Friday after pointing a handgun and firing at police during a brief standoff that began with a 911 report of two hostages being taken near the Theatre.

What the Observer Saw:

The man in black had waited by the bus stop like a bad omen. The street was quiet in that fragile way Hathian has before something breaks in the town. It was the calm before Hathian remembers what city it is. Then came the call, an armed man, two people held at gunpoint, asking for a specific officer by name.

Inspector Krystal O’Neil pulled up alone, cruiser angled, door open as cover, service weapon trained down the lane. The man matched the description exactly from the call exactly. Young, black, dressed in black from throat to shoes, handgun hanging loose at his side. The two civilians he’d been looming over clung to the edge of the bus shelter and tried very hard not to look like scared hostages.

“Drop the gun and get down on the ground!”

Krystal

Instead, he stepped forward, shoulders tight but controlled, raising his free hand partway, as if this was a conversation, not an actual crime scene. “You drop it, Krystal. I don’t want to hurt you.” He knew her name. Not ‘officer,’ not ‘cop.’ Krystal. (It seems our favourite Detective Inspector Yoga has admirers everywhere -Ed)

Another officer slid in, identified later as Officer Scarlet Rose, someone new to the Observer. She took up position on the flank. O’Neil kept her eyes on the man, guiding both colleague and civilians with clipped commands. The pair at the shelter eased away along the wall the first chance they got, small and smart in the shadow of three guns.

The standoff stretched.

O’Neil repeated her orders. The man refused, tone almost coaxing one moment, needling the next. Passers-by slowed, saw the drawn weapons, and did what Hathian natives do best: melted into doorways and behind cars, not eager to become collateral in someone else’s last act but very eager to watch the crime porn that was taking place.

Then it broke.

As Officer Rose closed the distance for better cover, the man swung his gun toward her and fired.

Then it all went down. Quickly.

The End – But Unanswered Questions Persist

The sound cracked down the block, echoing hard enough that even the pigeons took off, feasting as they were from the garbage truck down the street and the trash cans lining the Arcade and Gas Station. There is no gentle version of the moment we witnessed: muzzle flash, report, a weapon pointed at a uniform. O’Neil firing back almost in the same breath; two controlled shots that hit the hostage taker who knew her name in the leg and chest. He staggered, gun still in hand. She fired again. He pitched forward onto the asphalt, blood spilling onto Hathian’s streets while above the Gein neon stared down indifferently.

Within seconds O’Neil was on him, boot kicking the gun out of reach, radio at her shoulder: ‘shots fired, suspect down, send EMS‘. Rose secured the perimeter, her eyes sweeping for any other threats as sirens began their slow, inevitable approach.

The ‘hostages’ walked away alive.

Later, officers at the scene said the handgun, a 1911, was found loaded with blanks. That detail will be chewed over in the HPD hating groups all week. ‘Did they have to shoot?’ (Duh you can’t see blanks in a chamber – Ed) but it changes nothing about what O’Neil saw in front of her: a reported abductor, armed, refusing commands, firing in the direction of another officer. From ten meters away with your heart in your throat, blanks and live rounds look and sound the same.

The dead man carried a blood-smeared note and had demanded O’Neil personally. HPD seized the paper as evidence on scene. No one was volunteering its contents. No one was explaining how long he’d been circling her orbit, or why he chose a theatre bus stop as the place to die. At least not yet. Stay tuned to the Observer and if you’re looking for the one quote from this article? Perhaps take this one as the scene was being cleared up. Former colleagues speaking to current officers… there’s another article in this vein coming soon… but it won’t be about potty mouths, it’ll be about brutal blue on blue assaults…

“Yes go sit in the corner Vanora, and wash your potty mouth , you have ass-breath”

Editorial Notes:

You don’t need to like HPD to recognize this for what it was… An armed caller ‘lures’ a specific individual to a public street, positions two civilians beside him, and refuses repeated, lawful orders to disarm. He raises and fires his weapon. He is shot.

If you’re looking for an Observer headline accusing O’Neil of murder for not pausing to sniff his ammo, keep scrolling. We do not ask officers to perform ballistics analysis in the half-second between muzzle flash and potential funeral.

But there are questions:

• Stalking or suicide script? He knew her name, asked for her, picked spectacle over privacy. That smells less like random street crime and more like fixation. If there were earlier warnings, threats, or reports, HPD owes its own people, and the public, answers on how it handles those patterns before they spill into live fire.
• Blanks as theatre. Loading blanks is not a harmless choice; it’s performance (outside the Theatre no less!) as intimidation. Up close, blanks can maim or kill. At range, nobody can tell the difference. Pointing that at cops, after calling them there, is either phenomenally stupid or deliberately suicidal. Possibly both.
• Public trust. HPD can help itself here. Release the basic incident report promptly: dispatch notes, time stamps, round counts, confirmation of the ammunition recovered, and any non-compromising excerpt of that note. Hathian doesn’t do well with silence; it fills the gaps with conspiracy and TikTok lawyers.

Until then, one thing is clear enough for print: you point a gun at police on a Hathian street and pull the trigger, you are gambling with your life. On this day, the blue house won.

If you were in the area and have images or information from the incident, contact the Observer via Daiyu or Venus. Anonymity, as always, is available, until you, too, decide to stand in the middle of the road and demand to be seen.