Bob woke up. He managed to somehow survive and was in a lot of pain. He must have been out for 10 minutes and he got up and checked his weapons and equipment. There were other cops from many other precinct supporting and they managed to regain control. The fat orc was dead and Bob joined the other officers outside to arrest the hostile orcs.<br/><br/>With the many deaths, most police officers use very high level of force on orcs. Bob could see young teenage protesters getting clubbed badly. It was a blood bath, and everyone was out to hunt the killer large orc.<br/><br/>Some of the orcs were cornered in the alley and when the cops were slightly threatened, the orcs got executed. The situation was bad. Bob was chasing an orc in a hoodie into an alley as he saw the orc picking up a gun from a cop on the ground. The orc was not so big, and Bob searched carefully and called for backup.<br/><br/>"Freeze!" Bob shouted as he spotted the orc in the corner hiding and the orc looks like a scared teenager. "Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs."<br/><br/>2 cops arrived and they immediately started shooting at the orc. "Geez. Stop that." Bob shouted. "He has a gun!" The young orc started running and more gunshots were heard as he ran down the alley. Bob rushed over and the young orc was gunned down. "Why did you shoot at him?" Bob shouted.<br/><br/>"You said, he had a gun." The cop said. "A dead orc is a good orc."<br/><br/>"Hey, your job is not to shoot at civilians." Bob shouted.<br/><br/>"What are you? " The cop asked. "Some kind of orc lover? No wonder you guys at precinct 1 got massacred."<br/><br/>Bob punched the cop in the face, his partner grabbed Bob and Bob was grappled to the ground and choked. Within seconds Bob was out again.<br/><br/><br/>Bob woke up in the hospital the next day.