 Why are the police willing to risk the life of Gerri to kill Lane?
MUTINEER By ROBERT J. SHEA For every weapon there was a defense, but not against the deadliest weapon—man himself! Raging , Trooper Lane hovered three thousand feet above Tammany Square. The cool cybrain surgically implanted in him was working on the problem. The black dog was on Lane's back. Old Mayor himself was going to hear about it. The humming paragrav-paks embedded beneath his shoulder blades held him motionless above Newyork's three administrative towers. They keep Troopers in the Armory and teach them how to fight. They don't teach them about their own city, that they'll be fighting for. From seven years old up, Troopers have too much to learn about fighting. Old cybrain, a gift from the Trooper surgeons, compliments of the city, would have to figure out which one. Two black paragrav-boats whirred along the translucent underside of Newyork's anti-missile force-shield, the Shell. Lane somersaulted. Cybrain had taken charge of his motor nerves. Lane's own mind was just along for the ride. A predatory excitement rippled through him as he sailed down through the air. Lane dropped lightly to the floor, inside the room, in battle-crouch. "Lashing police with his vibray," said the announcer, "Lane broke through the cordon surrounding Manhattan Armory. Two policemen were killed, four others seriously injured. Tammany Hall has warned that this man is extremely dangerous. Citizens are cautioned to keep clear of him. Lane is an insane killer. A built-in electronic brain controls his reflexes—" "At ease with that jazz," said Lane, and a sheathed finger snapped out. The two police boats were hovering above the towers. Lane's mailed hand snapped open a pouch at his belt. The force-bomb "exploded"—swelled or inflated, really, but with the speed of a blast. It shaded the view from his window and re-entered the tower wall just below. He gave the blonde girl a light dose of the vibray to slap her awake. "Trooper Lane, of the Newyork Special Troops, is all." Orange or green is the action. This is an embassy, if you know what that means." If you've never heard of diplomatic immunity, you'll suffer for your ignorance." "I'm the guy they told you about on the 3V. Where's the Mayor? "No. "Force-screen. Nothing gets past, except maybe a full-size blaster-beam. "I told you, I'm an ambassador.
 Lane is too dangerous to be left alive. They can't risk him escaping just so they can rescue Gerri.
 Lane is too dangerous to be left alive. They can't risk him escaping just so they can rescue Gerri.  They think Lane may be infected with a biological weapon.  The police don't care if they kill Martians.  They don't believe that Gerri is in the room with Lane.