"I hope this is more of a relief than not, Sheriff," Andrews starts to say, "but he seemed to be in some sort of combative psychosis. To be cliché, like PCP, but much more controlled." As he lights a cigarette right in the station house without a care, he says, "While I feel for his family, I'm pretty damn sure that man, whoever he was, was not himself when I put 7 bullets in him."
Andrews waits for forensics, and makes another call to DC to update them. He reports on Brown's status, and tells them that he'll call his family himself after he talks to Solomon again. He also presses again for this evidence to be moved. ".....that's right, some guy just waltzed on in here and took out three big *CED*ing res cops. ....Yeah, a knife. ....Yeah, I'm *CED*ing serious, my partner just got flown out on a *CED*ing medivac with some little paramedic chick holding his *CED*ing guts in for him! You get on the horn to somebody in the DOJ, wake them the *CED* up if you have to, and get this *CED*ing thing out of here now!", is the better side of another classic Agent Richard Andrews phone conversation held away from prying ears. Andrews phones the hospital to see if Brown has arrived yet.