Pachelbel's Canon in D flooded the tiny apartment bedroom as the iPhone plugged in near the nightstand next to the queen sized bed that took up most of the floor space began to vibrate happily, unaffected by the fact that in doing so, it was waking up the only occupant of the room. Blinking rapidly and propping himself up on one elbow, Cray Turner squinted over at the brilliantly illuminated device, The phone remaining oblivious to the glare currently being leveled at it. Glancing quickly towards the open bedroom door to check that the obnoxious phone hadn't woken up his daughter sleeping in the only other bedroom down the hallway, the man then quickly scooped up the ringing cell,  not bothering to unplug it as he briefly glanced at the ID and had to fight a groan as he slid his thumb on to the except icon.

"officer Turner." He mumbled groggily, his jaw nearly cracking as he yawned widely.

"Sorry to bother you so early Cray, But I've got a situation that you need to get to pronto." A pleasantly deep voice rumbled into his ear, The southern drawl already so familiar.

Fighting back another yawn, Cray threw back the light blue comforter from his body, lowering his bare feet to the Berber carpet. "S'okay Van." He said sleepily, quickly unplugging the charging cord from the bottom of his phone before stretching a little and getting to his feet, heading towards the bathroom. "What's going on?" He then asked the man, hesitating for a moment in the doorway before flipping the light switch and squinting and the sudden illumination.

As he first waited for and then listened to The explanation that came through the phone, Cray studied the face that squinted back at him from the mirror. The mussed light brown hair he kept in a short cut due to the cal licks twisting on the fringes, the hint of stubble on his Square jaw, The creases around his light blue eyes formed by the way he was squinting, he looked at all of these and wondered if he really looked as old as he seemed. Or if that idea was merely a result of having been woken up at, he had to check his watch, 4:30 in the morning. He laughed inwardly at himself as he watched the ticking arm of the second hand twitch around the figure of Donald Duck on the watch that Maddison, His daughter, had given him on his last birthday. Had he ever changed the time from the Utah Time zone after they had moved to Ohio? Was it really 6:30 in the morning? He couldn't remember if he had ever changed it, far too reliable on his cell phone..

"Somethin' big is brewin' downtown, and I'm not talkin' about any alcohol." Van rumbled into his ear, Unable to help a small chuckle at his own joke. But almost instantly, he was serious again. "It looks like some sort of turf war or bad blood with some nasty lookin'individuals that have gathered. There hasn't been any shootin' yet, but they all look like trees with how many weapons are bristlin' from their bodies..." He explained, starting to sound a little concerned.

Frowning at the situation laid out before him, pausing with his hand halfway towards the black comb on the counter, Cray's mind was already jumping into the future, seeking different angles and strategies to defuse the inevitable violence. He, and Van Burgess for that matter, was part of a specialized team  that had been hybridized of SWAT and a police station gang unit. Only last month, he and Van had been assigned to be one another's partners. Tapping his teeth together lightly for a moment as he thought, Cray finally released a sigh. "I can be there in 15, maybe 20 minutes. I'll have to see if I can get someone over here to watch after Maddison." He said, his voice reflecting the calculative tone of his thoughts.
"Say hi to Molly for me." Van chuckled, referring to Cray's mother and causing another sigh and a slight roll of the eyes in return.