Terror in Hungerford
But thats just what Ryan did. He shot her twice, once in the leg and once in the stomach, and she fell to the ground where she stood, writhing onto her face. People watched from their houses as Ryan walked up to his mother and brought the muzzle of his weapon just four inches shy of her back. He shot her twice more, killing her. He ignored the police loudspeakers from the helicopter overhead, demanding that he give up his guns. They also warned people to remain in their houses. Ryan moved on.
For some reason, the police failed to close in. Even if they had, they werent armed and would have to wait for specially trained forces to take over. One officer stealthily closed in to get a glimpse of Ryans weapons and he phoned this information to those in charge. This was a greater threat than they had initially realized, he insisted. To attempt apprehension of a man so well armed would be extremely dangerous.
While police forces assembled closer to town and called in the specially-trained officers from the Tactical Forearms Unit (TFU) forty miles away, Ryan left the area. He abandoned his mothers body where it lay in the lane and walked across the school playing field, shooting randomly. He had plenty of ammunition to kill many more people if he chose to. He shot at another elderly woman who yelled at him, wounding her badly, and then shot a man walking his dog. Francis Butler, 26, died from the three bullets from the AK-47 that tore through him. Someone tried to help him but was warned back with a shout that the shooter was returning. Vulnerable and bleeding badly,
Another van drove into the area and the driver and passenger found themselves under attack. The driver, hit, ran into a pole and slumped over the steering wheel. His friend was horrified.
Before the police could coordinate their efforts, the press moved in, getting pictures of the dead along the path that Ryan had left behind and entering homes under the deceptive guise of crime scene personnel. The bloodshed they captured painted a gruesome picture of the trail of a killer, with an average of one person killed per minute during the most intense part of the rampage. Some of the press helicopters got in the way of the police, making it difficult for officials to track the shooter, and they lost sight of him. Ryan did not care. He seemed unaware of anything except his obsession with destroying whoever or whatever living thing crossed his path.