The Deputy Chief Of SWAT Stood At The Top Of A Building And Other Members Were Planted On Other Buildings Too. He Saw The Dog Man With His Binoculars Staring Into His Soul. "Hmm The Rumours Were True You Are An Ugly Son Of A Bitch" He Laughed As He Placed His Binoculars Down.
"The 1st Squad Got Entirely Wiped By This Freak Well Were Not Giving Up Comrades On My Mark" He Held His Arm Gesturing To Wait For His Signal To Fire The Rockets.
"1....
" 2....
"3!!!" He Said As He Placed His Hand Down In Quick Speeds All The Squad Members Fired The Rockets At The Building. The Dog Man Looked In Shock And Could Not Move He Knew It Was No Point To Run.
As Rockets Collided With The Building Smoke Escaped The Building As Rubble Was Thrown Into The Air Like Snowballs, Glass Shattering Like An Old Toy As The Building Crumbled Down To Nothing But A Pile Of Destroyed Matter. As The Rocket Fray Stopped All They're Was Left Was A Thick Cloud Ash. The Deputy Chief Stood Gesturing To Stop The Firing Of The Rockets, He Picked Up His Binoculars And Leaned Above The Building As He Saw Nothing But Rubble Did He Kill The Dog Man?
"Wrap It Up Boys Dog Man Has Been Put In His Coffin" He Threw Away His Binoculars In Victory And Started Walking Away. "Erm Sir.." One Sniper Announced. "What? " The Deputy Said As He Looked Through Scope On The Sniper He Saw Dog Man Walk Out The Rubble With Only Dust On His Body And The Gun Wounds From Before. He Was Still Alive! "What The Fuck Send In Units To Capture Him Now! " The Deputy Commanded.
"Sir By The Time They Get There He'll Be Gone!" The Sniper Argued. "We're So Fucked" The Deputy Stated As He Called More Units In Hope Of Chasing Him Down But It Would Be Futile. Operation Mechanical Instinct Was A Failure.
Barclay Meanwhile Got The Call That Dog Man Had Survived His Face Was So Shocked That His Cigarette Fell Out His Mouth. "He Killed Multiple Trained Members Of SWAT And Walked Out A Collapsed Building Without A Scratch... What The Fuck Are We Dealing With? " He Looked At The Ground In Utter Awe.
"What Next Then Huh! Going On Pointless Trails To Find This Fucker There's No Point Face It Barclay Just Give Up... This Is A Force We Can't Beat! " Andrew Said In Enraged Fuelled By Losing To This Dog Man. "Do You Know What, I'm Just Gonna Stay At Home And Drink Till It Kills Me Or Better Yet The Dog Man Himself Will Knock At My Door" He Shouted Before Walking Off To The Car.
Barclay Didn't Reply He Knew He Had Every Right To Be Angry And Fuelled By Loss And Hatred That Was Just The Icing On The Despair Cake. Barclay Walked Back To His Team To Try To Figure Out The Next Approach.
As Andrew Sat Down In His Car He Went Full Throttle His Rage Did However Slow His Driving Down As He Travelled Back Home He Knew Every Attempt At Fighting The Dog man Was Fruitless And Futile Nothing Could Stop This Entity.
As Zlatko Watched Andrew Leave He Smiled It Was Almost Bloodcurdling To See "It Seems We Were Once Friends Now Two Clashing Ideologies Where Will Fate Bring Us? " He Said In A Mocking Way. "Now Let's Deal With The Detective" He Cocked His Revolver As He Placed It In His Pocket, He Watched The Detective Drive Away In His 1959 Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud.
As The Detective Drove Home He Stared At A Small Picture He Had Attached To His Steering Wheel It Was A Picture Of Him And His Best Friend, A Male Police Officer, He Was Killed By Dog Man During A Routine Traffic Stop. "Maybe... It Is Really Time To Stop These Pointless Charades And Maybe Install Curfews Into The Town" He Said Staring At The Photo.
As He Arrived Home And Locked His Car He Entered His Home, Although His Home Was Much Different To Andrews This One Was More Antique And Covered In Old Age. He Went To The Kitchen To Make Himself A Meal Unknowingly Across The Street Zlatko Stood Ready To Make His Move.