Max looked at the rest of the crew sitting at the table as they arrived. He sipped the espresso as he waited for everyone to settled in. Once they were all there, he began to let them know the details.

"Alright so PC Hardy called me up to go check out this murder victim. I get there and there's no signs of a struggle, no stab wounds, no blood, no nothing. So i did my usual, ran my hand down the victims arm and then like a ton of bricks it hit me. The vision showed hellspawn minions following the guy, then trapped him with nowhere to go, but down the ally. After that they took his soul. That's why there's no signs of anything. And if my hunch is right, then these minions are working for some greater power of hell, perhaps even satan himself."

As Max finished the last word, his phone rang and he fished it out of his pocket and put it up to his ear. "Hello...Yes...What?...Ok...Be right there." 

The call was breif and he hung up within moments. "Guys we gotta book it. That was PC Hardy. Says the corpse just started moving. I think there's sill some demons around trying to reanimate it. So we gotta get down there and stop whatever is going on."

He picked up the espresso and downed the rest of it, fished some money out of his pocket and slapped it on the table. Max pushed his chair back and stood up. He looked towards the door and his jaw dropped. Turning back to the table, he looked at everyone else.

"Uh guys, we got issues. There's some demons out that door. Looks like we've been followed. I guess it's time we show these bastards just who's the boss."