Forceful

At one point ten policemen were crammed into the interrogation room with Ramon. He had to admit, it was an interesting experience, being attacked by so many people without Twist. 
     He ducked under one of their fists, took hold of another man's arm, and weaved his way through the strikes of two more policemen. The main interrogator had recovered his baton and was calling the shots as the crowd of policemen tried to apprehend him and, presumably, brutalize him. Several more pulled out batons.
     Ramon breathed deeply as he contemplated what he saw.
     "I don't think I like you guys." 
     The policemen didn't rush at him this time. Instead, they formed a solid wall that went across the entirety of the interrogation room and began approaching him slowly, as if he were an animal they were attempting to corner. Ramon looked past them. The lead interrogator was in the back, behind the police officers; he had pulled out a cell phone and it seemed like he was talking to a superior. Behind the lead interrogator was the door that led out of the room. He didn't really want to escape; after all, he had to serve his time. However, he would like to get in contact with Percy before he was beaten, if only to make sure that it was in accordance with the law. 
     He had a sneaking suspicion that maybe what the police were doing was something of a tradition and not really a law. 
     As the policemen stepped closer and closer, he pursed his lips. Busting out would be another crime, but he was pretty sure the policemen weren't being completely fair with him. He didn't want to leave the police station if he didn't have to, and he realized that if he could just secure one of the policemen's phones, he would be able to dial the T.T.F. general number and get ahold of Percy by typing in his Twisthunter badge information. He smirked as another short-sighted plan came together.
     The ten policemen backed Ramon into a corner, and they made quick work of grabbing his arms and legs. He struggled against them vainly, but he was no match for them. After some finagling, they managed to restrain him using four officers instead of ten, and the extra six were dismissed. The lead interrogator nodded, concluded his phone call, and approached Ramon with his baton in his hand. 
     "Do I get a last request?" Ramon asked with a weak smile.
     "Quiet." The interrogator raised the baton and smacked Ramon upside the head with it. 
     Ramon went limp in the arms of the men holding him and his head lolled to the side. The interrogator looked briefly surprised, then regained his focus and swung at Ramon again. The baton made a noise halfway between a crack and thump as half of it smacked Ramon's temple and the other half made his nose bleed. The interrogator held the bloodied baton at his side and a tiny smile appeared on his face.
     "Foreign dog. We'll continue his interrogation as soon as he wakes up." The interrogator said as he put his baton away. 
     "Yes sir." Two of the four policemen let go of his legs and the other two began dragging him away.
     Once they were in the hallway between the interrogation room and his holding cell, Ramon's eyes opened. 
     He brought his arms together and clonked the heads of the two policemen escorting him with the motion; as soon as he'd done that, he broke away from them, turned down the hallway, and ran after the lead interrogator. 
     The lead interrogator had barely finished locking the interrogation room when Ramon slammed into him. Within moments, the Twisthunter had managed to toss away the interrogator's revolver, baton, and wallet. He claimed the man's phone last, and once he'd done so he ran down the hallway again. 
     The entire police station was in an uproar within moments. 
     "You guys are pretty well-coordinated!" Ramon exclaimed as he typed the general number for the T.T.F. into the emergency number section of the man's phone. 
     Several policemen stood in the hallway in front of him, completely blocking his path. Ramon kept running towards them and picked up speed. They were reaching out for him with their hands. Ramon responded to this threat by running as fast as he could, then sliding to the ground and scrambling through their legs like a spider before they could get a firm grip on him. 
     "But you stink at pest control!" He teased as he continued dialing numbers into the phone. He ran past another set of holding cells, then saw something that made him stop. 
     The kid was in a holding cell. 
     "Wait a minute..." he looked back at all the policemen who were running after him. "This is the kid that I kidnapped! Why is he here? Where are his parents? I've been here for like eight hours already." 
     The policemen didn't answer as they rushed towards Ramon. 
     "Fine, don't be helpful." He rolled his eyes and started running again. As he ran, he saw a small window at the end of the hallway. It would've been too small for most people; thankfully, Ramon had grown up on a steady diet of beans and rice, and he'd worked long hours in tough conditions, so he was skinny enough to pull off a pretty neat trick.
     He ran towards the window and finished dialing the number for the T.T.F. While it was ringing, he tore off his shirt, wrapped it around his left hand, and then smashed the window with a powerful kick. The policemen were right behind him, but as he swept the glass shards out from the window, he realized that they had stopped running. He looked back briefly to see that they were all listening to something on their radios. 
     "What gives?" He asked.
     Some of the policemen blanched slightly; others heard what was being said and nodded grimly. However, despite their individual reactions, they all moved as one unit in the next moment.
     Ramon saw a dozen revolvers glinting as they were removed from their holsters. 
     He jumped instinctively, before he saw what came next.