Sirens blaring, dogs barking. Sounds of the hunt tore through the dark streets of New York. Police officers called out orders, used all of mankind's tools of the new millenium to find the beast at the end of the K-9 unit's nose. Captain Jacob Pritcher followed closely to the whereabouts of this beast, having spent three months to pinpoint its hiding place. It wasn't about a promotion anymore, many said. This hunt became personal. But when?
"Sir, we've tracked him the the rundown warehouse near the docks. The K-9 units and SWAT teams are set and ready for the word," an older officer entered the small office of the police chief. He wasted no time with the small talk, knowing all too well how useless it was now. The shattered frame next to the door proved that well enough. The man set down the steaming cup of black coffee he had brought for the mi