“All units, gear up!”

Captain Ford ran into the vehicle bay of the police station. Racing behind him was Sergeant King, Constable J.J. Constable Turbo, and various other officers in uniform. All strapping on bullet proof vests and checking the magazine of their guns. Meeting up with them in the loading bay were a series of men in green uniform with red berets on their head, carrying tactical weapons such as MP5 submachine guns, flashbangs, and riot shields. They all loaded up in police vans marked P.T.U. on the side doors.

Ford dialed a number as his men got into his car, pulling onto their seat belts. “Lieutenant. Confirmed, both Jones and the mercs know each other. We’re going to raid them right—”

[Too late.] Lt. Wong responded in a dry voice.

“Wh-what do you mean too—oh son of a—”

Before Ford could finishing his cuss, he received a response on his radio. [Saber to Baseplate. All suspects are leaving Mercury B, they’re making an exit out of Solar Pub’s back doors. Pursuing.]

“Wait! No!” Ford waved his hand with wide eyes, spooking his team. “Do not, I repeat, do NOT pursue on foot! Tail them by car! They got grenades, don’t take the chance! Try to follow where they are going. Just keep your distance and don’t lose them!’

[Roger Wilco. Oscar Mike.]

Ford then punched the wheel of his car, making a sharp HONK noise.

“...King!” Ford jumped out of his car, slamming the door with clenched jaw. As he marched away he continued to bark out loud. “Take SWAT and P.T.U. to raid the Jones’ apartment, as well as the merc’s hotel room! I have a mole to whack!”

Sergeant King returned a nod and he took over Ford’s car. As he and the other police units drove off into various directions, Captain Ford pushed through the double doors from the vehicle bay. He marched down the hallways, bumping into several officers that were going out on a beat. One more turn, he saw Constable Snow.

Snow was standing right outside of the officer’s locker room. The moment he noticed Captain Ford, his face paled but he sucked in his breath and tugged up his pants to steel himself. Two officers in street clothing walked out of the door, only to stumble between the captain and constable. Curiosity freezing them.

Ford jabbed a thumb at the two. Snow shook his head, pointing his finger past them and inside the locker room. Ford shoved through the two officers off duty, letting them continue home, and dove in.

The male locker room was more or less full. Several policemen either dressing up to go home or dressing up for their night shift. Some just got their pistols from the armory and wanted to double check how they look in the mirror, most of them already turned it over for the day.

They all stared when Captain Ford barged in, glaring around.

Constable Snow shuffled through everyone until he came over to the shower area. There were 10 stalls, six of them running hot water. Steam rose from each, the scent of shampoo and body wash up in the warm damp air. Several hums in the shower. Snow hesitated, before he tapped his knuckle on stall number 8.

Captain Ford gave a soft nod – and kicked the door down. SMASH.

Shower humming flipped to psychotic screams. Followed by the sound of nails and wet skin dragged across the tiled floor.