Robert grinned at the piece of cloth, normally such a small piece would be useless but Robert knew how to use it as a direct line to the runaways.  Feeding the piece into a special machine it dissected it and transformed it into a special tracking formula that included the DNA of one of the experiments.  He was not sure which one it was but it was not one of his creations at any rate.  The special tracking 'scent' would last for only a short while before it disintegrated however, plus they had wasted time so he had to move fast.  Gathering his trackers he quickly started to head for the more disreputable and abandoned sections of town, which is where the experiments were likely hiding.  He just had to get close enough to location their position, in the end though there was quite a bit of luck involved in the hunt but he had the advantage over his siblings.

[b]Police Chase[/b]

[color=ec008c]"Pull over now ye varmints and I won't have ta pop yer caps!"[/color]  Grace Hillsborn, police detective roared at the stolen vehicle housing three masked men who had just recently robbed a marijuana bank of all things.  Considering how much money those 'medical' marijuana providers could rack in she wasn't really surprised.  They had taken cash and most of the drug stock, probably hoping to fence it in another state where it was illegal to up their cash flow even more.  They were unlucky though since as they were loading up the goods, Grace and her partner, a young cop new to the force, happened to be on patrol and quickly gave chase.

"I don't think you are very convincing detective."  The young officer quipped in the passenger's seat, which quickly made him the target for Grace's angry eye.

[color=ec008c]"Ya, well I donna give a hoot.  Ya'll are going down in a pinch weather they know it or not."[/color]  They had been chasing them for a while now, the robbers were heading to less populated parts of town, places where business and industrial complexes failed, essentially a ghost town inside of the city.  Grace hated to admit it, but those crooks were better drivers than she was and unfortunately there was a worse incident nearby with a gunman so they had not backup.

[color=ec008c]"Dog gone, they'll skidaddle if we donna do somethin soonish.  Guess it be time ta take the initiative."[/color]  The young cop watched with his jaw wide open as Grace rolled down her window, stuck her gun out with one hand and rather unceremoniously, shot out one of the car's rear tires.  [color=ec008c]"That outta do it."[/color]

"You serious?"

[color=ec008c]"Yep, hey that car may be another's but collateral damage happens junior."[/color]  Grace defended her actions as the car started to lose control, but someone the other driver kept her upright and drove into a rather narrow alley, and nasty scrapping could be heard and Grace made sure to stop before going in.  The two looked and sure enough they stolen car had gotten stuck.

[color=ec008c]"Heh, easy like me ma's pie."[/color]  Grace laughed once, but stopped as the thieves quickly broke the front window, got all they could carry and climbed out.  "Cheeze curds," was her impromtu curse word for the moment, [color=ec008c]"stop ya law breakers!"[/color]  But like most criminals they did not listen and ran for it.  They could see on the other side an abandoned industrial complex, perhaps and old factory of some kind.

[color=ec008c]"Well we're still outnumbered by their posse, guess I'll need to bring a little extra firepower to scare em like little doggies."[/color]  Grace walked out of her car, with a shotgun she liked to call, 'riot control' as one shut pretty much shut down anything.

"That can't be standard issue."

[color=ec008c]"Course it ain't, it's my own.  I got special permission from the upper crest if that what ya wanna know."[/color]  The two carefully made their way around to chase down the men, though the new officer could not help but thing his superior officer was a little off her rocker.