A man, or at least the remnants of a man that now exists only as a fully metallic figure stands in the middle of a crowded room. Several people that surround him are wounded and the rest are scrambling. A few more fully metallic figures stand behind him. On his back are two large swords that are removed in a single quick movement. 
	
	[b]"Halt. I am third degree Officer Robert Crowley. You are suspected of unlawful transport of potentially illegal crafted works. Surrender without struggle and there will be no more casualties."[/b] His voice rang with a metallic sound. The delivery of his message was robotic but only because he has said the line countless times. Each time he has a glimmer of hope that the suspects will give heed. This is rarely the case however and this time was no different. 
	
	The man directly in front of Crowley was a big man who stood several inches above Crowley in height and had two automata arms that appeared to have heavy duty strength enhancements. An all too familiar expression forms on the man's face as he raises both arms over his head. 
	
	[i]Don't do it.[/i] Crowley sneers inside his head. 
	
	"You elitist bastards thing you can tell us how to do our business? Try taking us in when your nuthin but scrap metal!" The man bellows as he pulls his hands down hard on Crowley...or so he thought. His hands fall down through nothing as Crowley took a single quick step back. 
	
	[b]"Fool..."[/b] Crowley said in a low tone. It was like a blur as he took both swords and slashed downward onto the man's shoulders where it was still flesh. His blades cut through like butter. They could not hear it but with Crowley's enhanced hearing he could hear the ultra high pitch of the vibrating blades. They were designed to be able to cut through most metals that he will ever have to come across and this poor man's flesh and bones held up about as well as paper to chainsaw. The rest of the men were far more compliant afterwards. The man who attacked Officer Crowley was taken away for emergency medical treatment. They may save his life but he will most likely loose his right to automata and will be forced to live the rest of his life as a cripple. 

	Nearly a half an hour later during the cleanup of the automata smuggling bust two fully automated men who are recognized as fifth officers come up directly to Crowley. Whatever it was seemed somewhat urgent.

	"Officer Crowley!" The first one says in the the same metallic voice as his own. None of them had expressions on their face and none of them had any distinguishing features. In fact the only one without standard issue weaponry was Crowley. "Your presence is requested by Officers Scarver and Marvin." 

	If Crowley had teeth he would grit them. However he has no such capabilities anymore and for the most part good riddance to them. He nods once and the two men are off as quick as they came. Turning back to his squad he gives them a single wave to continue their work here and he begins to walk to his designated location. 
	
	It only took him fifteen minutes to reach his destination and the scene still seemed fresh. He began to take in the information as quickly as possible. Firstly there was blood on the street but it only seemed to come from a single source which was most likely an open wound. There was no blood splatter or drip trail to follow. This was very strange. However he did not have much time to go over this in his mind as he quickly spotted the ones who called him standing around the corner of the alleyway. 

	[b]"Officers."[/b] He states going to full attention. [b]"Crowley reporting in. What can I assist you with?"[/b] he states again with that dry robotic tone. This was also something he has said countless times. It was not part of his job that he was overly enthusiastic about. However he let no hint of this out except perhaps in the dryness to his already cold demeanor.