Into the Lion's Den...

[Nine]

The Werewolf set down on the landing pad of Buffalo and a man disembarked. On the outside his calm demeanor said he belonged; on the inside, he was a rolling sea of tumult and anxiety. Here he was, in the very heart of the Rogues criminal activities. He was a cop, though no one knew it. And if anyone found out, he wouldnt live an hour.

Jack Sawyer walked steadily not too fast, not too slow to the bar to ask for directions. There he found an irate barman and a rowdy crowd. Violence was not the answer in this case, though: he was one among many, a ghost whose greatest advantage lies in secrecy and stealth. He told the bartender:

I need to see Sylpheed. Where can I find him.

No question was evident in his voice; it was a command more than anything. The only response was a head motion to a door off to the side. Sawyer walked over to it, offered up a short prayer to any gods that may listen, and remembered the orders the Chief had given him.

Heres the message: you tell him what I tell you, and no one but him, got it? I dont want you to die on me just yet, but know that one wrong move and youre finished in there.

Not the Chief at his most assuring, but the message hadnt really needed telling. Sawyer already knew he was walking into a potential suicide mission: things would either go well, or not go at all. He walked through the door and two giants grabbed him and threw him against a nearby wall. Oh s

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<span style="color:#FF6666">Division 9... &quot;Just as every cop is a criminal...&quot;</span>

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