Another 14 hour shift done. Day in and out in the busy streets of New York always proved exhausting and a challenge, yet always a daily routine of crime and corruption. A city that never slept kept him employed for the last 30 years, service for justice. As he unlocked his apartment door and walked in—looking at the clock, he took a deep breath of relief. 10:56 pm. Absently locking the door behind him, he couldn't wait to pour himself a nice whiskey drink and plop down comfortably in his lazy boy chair and turn on the television and unwind.

30 years on the force earned his man the title of Deputy police chief in his division, the 68th precinct in Brooklyn. New York City. Over 8 million in population. Work was never done. The never-ending stories he could tell and never forget. Crime lurked at every corner, secrets, lies, the most notorious criminals still at large and on the loose. At the age of 54, single, he turned on the television just in time for the 11 o'clock news to begin.

Good evening. We have a live breaking news story that has just developed just moments ago. Seymour Harmon, the 24 year old infamous mobster criminal that was sentenced to 10 years in the Attica Supermax State Prison for organized crime throughout New York and attempted murder… has escaped and is led to believe to be armed and dangerous…

Hearing those three words, Seymour—Harmon—escaped, he nearly choked on his drink as the news report had caught his full attention at this point. With eyes wide open staring at the screen, his photo appeared.

Harmon is a white Caucasian male, short black hair, blue eyes and is described to be last seen wearing navy blue jeans, black short-sleeved tee-shirt and has very distinctive arm tattoos of roses and thorns. He is known to have three unknown described accomplices with him and is believed to be back in Manhattan, New York. Any and all information from the public in any sightings are encouraged to help assist the police in this investigation to find him…

Seeing Seymour's photo sent chills down his spine. A man half his age held a terrifying grip on his thoughts as he continued to grasp the news of his comeback. He was a young mastermind—drug and weapons trafficking, assault, robbery, and attempted murder. He made himself a high profile after the sudden death of his father last year—John Harmon, an untouchable intelligent mobster who held many connections in the political and stock market arenas to do his bidding of controlling the underworld of New York.

Harmon's last encounter that led him to his prison sentencing was his relationship with Mia Simmons, the daughter of Norman Simmons— CEO of Simmons Insurance, one of the largest insurance companies in New York. Ms. Simmons, age 23, had been in a relationship with Harmon for the past three years where she was the victim of assault. Mia currently resides in her family home in Brooklyn and attends NYU in her final year of studies—

He then muted the television, feeling like he had heard enough of the troubling news. Seymour. Not the night he planned out to be, that's for sure. Reaching for his pack of cigarettes on the coffee table, he slid one out of the pack and lit it, taking in a long deep inhale. Holding for a few seconds, he slowly exhaled then turned his head to the sound of a simple ringtone going off. He reached for his cellphone on the side table and looked at the screen for it to read Liam.

Oh, this was not going to be good.

He pressed the call button and held the phone up to his ear. "Chief Murphy speaking…"

"Max." Came a voice on the line. "It's Liam. I take it you must have heard the news."

"Yes, I did." He replied, taking in another puff of his cigarette.

"Look, I know you just got off duty but…the boss wants us back at the station to assess the new situation."

"Of course he does." Max sighed, getting up and out of his chair. "I'm on my way."

"See you soon Chief."

Ending the call and shoving the cellphone in his pants pocket, Max took another puff of his cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray on the coffee table and prepared to leave the apartment. Liam was a fellow officer of Max's and was a sergeant at the 68th precinct in Manhattan. He was young and a trustworthy colleague who may at times try a little too hard to sway and gain respect within the other officers. But Max knew if there was anyone he could always count on, it was him.

Shortly after 11:30 pm, Max walked into the bureau and headed towards the conference room where three others all sat at the table in deep conversation about current events. They all hushed and looked up and over at him walking through the room towards them.

"Glad you could make it, Chief."

"Fill me in," Max replied, taking a seat and joining the rest at the table. "What do we know so far?"

"Besides the obvious in what the news is reporting, he has been spotted in Manhattan earlier this evening," Liam spoke up, flipping through the first few pages of the report in front of him. "Captain Ford has requested the best men to take on this assignment which will include you, Chief, Lieutenant Ryan, Detective Taylor and myself."

It was a good team for sure that Max was on board with. Seymour was young but intelligent and following in his father's footsteps, he was not one to underestimate. All of New York would be on high alert for him, which made him think next - what he could be up to? What could be on his agenda as his first steps after breaking out of jail? "Well guys, I look forward to working with you all. We must now begin to understand what his next move may be. Seymour may be young, but not one to misjudge. Much like his father, he is an abstract thinker, armed and dangerous."

"Sir, there is one other major matter to discuss," Ryan spoke next, looking over at Max. "The main reason this meeting was called directly was that Captain Ford received a phone call from Norman Simmons. He believes that his daughter might be Seymour's main target."

"Hmm, yes. That is a very valid statement."

"Mr. Simmons is requesting additional protective services for his daughter as well as a live in agent to be at her service 24/7. He would also like this individual to be someone not known to the New York police to help secure his position in protecting Ms. Simmons."

"Is Ford assigning us to find an outsider agent to join this job? This would be a 24-hour protective service. Who would take on such a job?" Ryan asked shaking his head. "This is John Harmon's son we are talking about."

Max sat there in silence for a moment thinking while the other three continued in conversation over the briefing, which was soon sounding like an argument forming within them. "I just might know who we can have on board with our team…"

"Yes, Chief?"

* * * * *

Across the country near the west coast—Seattle—where the summers are warm and the winters are grey. It rained more than usual in the bustling city that never sees too much sleep. A young officer loaded his gun as he hid behind a concrete wall in an abandoned building in downtown. He looked back at two others who entered the building and waited against adjoining walls. With a signal, the three men took caution making their way forward through the hallway till they came up to the lobby. It was dark with only the nearby streetlights nearby giving them the sight of their surroundings and the sound of approaching police sirens in the distance as the backup was near.

Cautiously, the three continued slowly and quietly through the room, their eyes scoping out every inch of the lobby. It was quiet, yet he knew that they were not alone. He was in the room with them without a doubt. The one agent then motioned the other two men to split up and scout the room after hearing a slight noise from in front of them. Within a few more seconds of silence, one of the officers turned his head to see the perpetrator finally step out to make a move.

"Don't move! SPD! You're surrounded!"

The men then freaked—withdrew a gun and began firing throughout the room until his clip was empty. While the police were off guard, then took the next moment and dashed towards the nearest fire exit. One cop looked up and fired a shot at the ground in front of the man, which caused him to flinch from running further and within seconds he was then tackled to the ground from the first agent.

"You aren't going anywhere anymore." He spoke, placing the man's arms behind his back and cuffing him. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. "

"Excellent tackle, sir. Another criminal off the streets."

"All in a day's work." He replied, helping the man to his feet and handing him over to the other officer. "Book him."

As the criminal was then escorted out the door with the two officers, the third was then about to proceed and follow when his cell phone began to ring. Reaching into his pocket, he pressed the call button and placed the phone up against his ear.

"Agent Keller speaking."

"Hello, Jack. It's Max."

"Uncle? Pretty late to be calling. I haven't heard from you in a while."

"Pack your belongings. I have you booked for the next flight out to New York. You've been assigned a transfer for an important assignment."