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Dark.
Another cold dark night. The moon is shining high above. pretty thing. But pretty as it may be, this night, that ain't pretty.
I got a tip about a perp, a real nasty one. "Cuthroat Kanto" they call him. Guess that's the name of the boonies he hails from. A real sicko, has a thing for the dames like any other hotblood out there, only that he makes em bleed and then leaves em to rot. Scumbag's holed himself up in a little shack across the way. My boys are ready and waiting, almost trigger happy. One of em lost a kid to this trash. I can't forgive that.
I muse to myself, eyes watching the little shack when I hear the blaring sirens behind. looks like Johnny law finally made it to the party. Only that's he's tardy and innocent lives have been snuffed in his absence. "Can't rely on noone these days"
"Officer magnemite here sir! What's the situation sir?" I hear a beep. behind me is a fresh start to the force. Cute. But this is no place for a greenhorn. I furrow my brow and turn to the kid.
I say:
A. Tell the kid the situation
B. Tell him to stand back and handle it yourself
C. Ask about his age.
