The team of Rat, Archie and Cali eventually found themselves on a street that was the closest thing to suburban you could find in Oldtown. Which is to say that it was clustered with terrace housing instead of tenement buildings.
It was still fairly quiet with most residence either still being at work or having gone home for the evening. The only things that stood out was a news stand in the middle of closing up, the only headline board left up read:
Strange storms seen over Gravengrad. Gravengrad being a city state to the north of Rosenheim.
Further down the street, a group of children looked on as two women bicker loud enough to earn themselves a few looks. The older of the two, a woman somewhere in her eighties, didn't seem too invested in, she was too busy putting up missing posters, giving the description of a cat.
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Jason, Chris and Marc on the other hand were deep in the grim. Their patrol had taken them into a neighbourhood where drunken shouting, crying children and the sounds of something ? or someone ? breaking were the natural sounds of the world. This was a slum world.
The was mostly covered by pale grey clouds by now, offering the dark kin a small respite from direct sunlight. Though it couldn't protect them from the dirty looks they were getting from a trio of young talin who were sat on the porch of one of the countless identical terrace houses across the street.
The tense stare off was only broken when both parties were rudely shocked into the present again as a lamp crashed through the inside of a window behind the praetorians and smashed to pieces on the street. Loud shouts and frantic arguing could be heard coming through the gaping hole it had left in the glass.
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Looks like we got a bad ass here. Novak thought to himself as Red rambled off a paranoid gangmember's wishlist. This one might be trouble. The others seemed workable enough. The sword could still cause issues but Draven seemed reasonable so far. And they could be the only unit on the force with their own first responder thanks to Vasir.
Wait until Mabel sinks her teeth into him.
He kept his focus on the road for now, letting the others chatter away. It was as they turned into a narrow, one way street. Currently blocked by a parked black car with tinted windows. There was a pale looking man in a suit, wide brimmed hat and sunglasses leaning against it smoking a cigarette. He seemed to be in a world of his own.
"What is this idiot doing?" Novak grumbled, pressing down on the horn.
The car's owner looked up, startled and upon seeing the police car quickly hurried into the driver seat of his own vehicle. Just as he did so the muffled sound of gunshots rang out and a nearby restaurant's front door burst open, flooding the street with the sound of screaming as a dark figure sprinted towards the car and threw themselves into the back seat as the vehicle roared to life and made a break for the hills.
"Vasir, Red! Get in there and check the scene, We'll go in pursuit!" Novak barked. Once the two had scrambled out of the car he floored the pedal and the wheels of the car screeched in protest while the siren joined in on all the noise. He quickly caught up with the getaway vehicle but the driver was doing their best to snake in and out of traffic, putting obstacles in their way. "Try and take the wheels out! Mind for civilians." He ordered Draven and Vandar.
Back at the restaurant Rory and Mordecai were greeted by a scene of chaos as patrons cowered under tables or ran about the place screaming. The restaurant was actually a fairly small establishment, little more than a very large room. Towards the back lay a seemingly human looking man in a scruffy suit with four bullet holes in his chest, a thin trail of smoke trailing from each one. The victim was writhing in pain and making some animal like gurgling noises as he coughed up blood but remained spread out on his back as if a great weight was keeping him down. Those close enough could even hear a loud sizzling noise coming from the bullet holes.
Behind him was the door to a back room, left slightly ajar among all the confusion.
