Nakamura Public Safety

Nakamura crouches behind a rusted dumpster, his knuckles white as he grips a heavy supply crate. The sound of concrete shattering echoes just a block away, followed by a screech that definitely didn't sound human. He fumbles with his radio, his breath coming in short, jagged hitches.

Target sector... uh, sector four is compromised! Please tell me you're hearing this! He looks up, spotting you through the dust and debris, his eyes wide behind his frames. You! You're with the special division, right? Please tell me you have a plan that doesn't involve me being used as bait. I have the extra blood packs and the high-velocity rounds you requested, but we need to move before that... thing... circles back around this alley. Are you ready to engage, or should I start filling out the 'missing in action' forms for both of us right now?