Chester sat at his desk in the detective bullpen of police headquarters. Filling out paperwork, furiously writing the incident report from today's arson of the donut shop. The guys around the station were pissed that he had to hand over the perp, but at the end of the day when it comes to the Lorne corporation he couldn't do much. They owned every police officer on the force, and to fight them openly would only make him a target to his superiors that had been bought off, which was essentially all of them. You don't so much as go digging into the Lorne corporations garbage without someone knowing, and wanting your life, and your badge. So until he could find a good way to expose them without being known, he'd have to play their game. But his desire to change the police station, and how people viewed paras was still heavily on his mind. He'd do anything to make these streets a little safer, and to make sure his sister could live a happy, and pleasant life while she still remained on this earth. 

All of his thoughts eventually made him start to worry, so he reached for his phone as soon as he brought it up there was a hiss of static, and a voice. [i]"You are not alone."[/i] It spoke, and for a brief moment there was a calm set of panic. He thought he had been found out, but when he looked up the other officers in the bullpen were also freaking out their work had been interrupted by this voice, and for some it had unnerved him just as much as himself, he could imagine it would be creepy for a para to appear on your screen. 

What happened next was only a matter of timing, as the police station went into lockdown. They had this procedure put in place after one of the officers had been found out to be a para, and fought his way out with fire. He had caused enough damage for them to put in a procedure whenever they thought there was a parahuman threat to the station, it probably wouldn't be lifted until they found out they were in the clear. But the check was very short, as they had discovered that the message had played city wide, and apparently dispatch was getting calls full of people complaining about their broadcasts being interrupted, their holovids, their internet. "Fucking para scum, just making us work harder." A detective behind him muttered, but Chester tried his best to ignore the comment. 

But things did eventually calm down, dispatch eventually did stop getting those calls, and if it didn't clog the line it would of been hilarious. But then it happened, something to shake him out of the dull repetitive work of writing his reports. "Eyy CJ got something on the horn for ya, bunch of rats dropped a skeleton in an officers car. Took his donuts as well, from the other... Donut shop, the less delicious one. DNA testing of the bone marrow on our victim says he's pretty high up the chain, so we're looking for fresh eyes." One of the detectives asked him, Chester recalled his last name as Vickers. [color=violet]"Sure let me get the ol helmet on, and we'll head out."[/color] The pair of detectives were quick to get ready in their full body armor, and helmet get up, their weapons were checked out from the armory, and their cruiser checked out from the garage, then it was as quick as getting into the cruiser, and leaving. 

The ride to the scene of the crime had been a short, silent one. When they got out of the cruiser they found the cruiser in question had been cordoned off, and the robotic units had been sent in to keep the peace. The silent sentinels didn't even so much as glance, or stop the officers. They had everything they needed to know instantly, so they knew who the real officers were. "So our witness is a cop, and all he had to offer was that these bones just dropped into his lap from a bunch of rats, who then proceeded to steal his donuts. Camera footage confirms this story, but does not confirm where the victim was originally, or who killed him. Because I doubt a bunch of rats would attack, and kill a full grown man. So we essentially have nothing, but the brass wants everyone who is available on this case, as this high profile of a death going unpunished would mean some very important heads on a chopping block." Vickers' stated, much of it was the obvious, but seeing as now he was on the scene any detective who didn't solve it would essentially find themselves also on the chopping block for their failure. So everyone here was bound by an unspoken oath to find out what happened. The only obvious thing about this crime scene was that whoever had done it was trying to send a message, but what kind of message remained to be unseen, but Chester didn't doubt it was one of the more extreme gangs that had taken to the streets. But with a sigh, he resigned himself to more work, and looking around the crime scene.