Back at the hospital, the fake policeman now stood outside in the asphalt parking lot, standing right in the midst of the pile of shattered glass where the young woman had landed. His head spun about as he looked around, his eyes swiveling to and fro in their sockets. A single bead of sweat rushed down his temple and down toward his jaw.

[i]Goddamnit! [/i]

He couldn't see her anywhere.
His stake and cleaver were still gripped in their respective hands.
With an angry growl and a stomp of his foot, he rushed off into the maze of parked cars, his feet streaking across the black tar surface of the parking lot.


Nearby, a shadowy, cloaked figure watched from the rooftop of a close-by apartment building, his presence indicated by the silhouette of a hunched form wearing a wide-brimmed hat.
He watched the blue-uniformed phony racing across the far parking lot with a surmount of displeasure, before vanishing from the rooftop with a simple backward shuffle.