Date/Time: Monday 16th July, 06:55<br/>Location: 911 Emergency Switchboard<br/><br/>"Hello Nine One One, What is the nature of your emergency?"<br/><br/>"Oh hello, young lady, my name is Miss Olivia Strawbridge and I live at number One Three Three Seven Syracuse Avenue, and I think one of my neighbours is being burgled..."<br/><br/>"I see. And what makes you think this, Ma'am?"<br/><br/>"Well, his front door is standing wide open, but his truck's not on the driveway. If he was there, his truck would be, and if he's not there, why's his front door wide open, especially at this time in the morning?"<br/><br/>"I see. Yes, I see what you mean ma'am. I'll put out a call for the nearest police unit to respond." The tapping of keys can be heard. "What's the address of the property in question?"<br/><br/>"It's number one three five eight, Syracuse Avenue. Right across the road from me."<br/><br/>"Thank you ma'am. Please stay indoors for now, and if you could stay on the line. Can you see the property from where you are?"<br/><br/>"Oh yes. And I'm back from the window..."<br/><br/>- - - - . . - - - - . - - - -<br/><br/>Date/Time: Monday 16th July, 07:17<br/>Location: 1358 Syracuse Avenue<br/><br/>Patrol car 17 was the closest, the two occupants, veteran officer Robert Yalsa and rookie Stev Gallatino were stopped outside an all night diner five blocks away when the call came in for any unit in the vicinity to respond to a suspected break in at 1358 Syracuse Avenue, silent approach mandated.<br/><br/>Yalsa was driving, simply because he had got to the car first after their last stop. He pulled up outside the property and turned off the engine. "Okay Stev, you know the drill. You stay outside and cover my back." Both officer's drew their weapons, and Yalsa stepped in through the front door. The house was a fairly standard single story wooden construction, the front door opened onto a small but reasonably comfortable looking lounge (Or it would be if it wasn't a total mess right now). Off to the left was a door leading to a bedroom. Another led to a bathroom and another led to a kitchen. The light in the bedroom was on. Yalsa beckoned his partner to come in, motioning him to be quiet. He eased the door to the bedroom open. The room was empty but like the lounge, was a total mess. "Clear!" he called out.<br/><br/>His call was answered by the sound of Gallatino running out of the front door and throwing up violently on the front yard. "What the...?" Yalsa followed his partner out. "Stev? What's..."<br/><br/>"...Kitchen...!" Gallatino gasped between heaves.<br/><br/>Yalsa nodded, headed for the kitchen and stopped. "Holy shit." He keyed his radio. "Control from one seven alpha, we need back-up. Alert Homicide."<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1135" data-username="@FenrirTheRipper" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1135/">@FenrirTheRipper</a>