Bob went back home to rest after his shift and returned for a midnight shift. Across the city, orc graffiti appeared across the city. "The Dark Lord will destroy the LAPD, death to the PIGs." Bob started patrol and followed a few calls where orc teenagers who were doing the graffiti were caught and beaten up. Bob drove over and saw a crowd gathered as the cops beat down the teenager orcs.<br/><br/>An orc teenager shoved a cop and immediately, the cops responded by clubbing his face with a baton. "Hey, you are killing him..." Bob shouted and stopped the cops from continuing to beat the bleeding orc. "Get him outta here." As Bob was walking to his patrol car, a group of orcs stood in front of him and muttered. "Hero piggy, its only time that you will get what you deserve?"<br/><br/>"What the fuck did you say?" Bob said and the orc muttered something in orkish. "Are you threatening me?"<br/><br/>Bob shoved a baton onto the orc's chest. "One call to your parole officer and tell them you are drinking and smoking weed in public, and you will be in for a year at least."<br/><br/>The orc stared at Bob and placed his thumb under his throat and ran it across and left.<br/><br/>Bob returned to the station. Sitting at his desk, he looked at the report he made on his previous assault. "Orcs attacked and ambushed my team..." He could not recall what happened. "What the fuck is going on."