[Trakadon]

Roland had arrived at the precinct to find that it was crawling with Hunters. He rushed towards the Chiefs office to find out what was going on.

Roland opened the door to the chiefs office and slammed the door behind him. "Chief, Whats going on? Why are there hunters in the precinct?"

"The hunters are taking over the investigation of the bombing in the residential district. They have requested the use of the precincts files and other resources." The chief sighed and poured a glass of whiskey.

"What the hell do you mean 'they are taking over'? It just happened and already they want to cut us out. What the fuck is really going on chief?" Roland slammed his fist down on the chief's desk.

"Calm down! I have no answers for you. Every precinct in the Old district have been taken off of the case. These orders come from the top brass and they even have the Director of the Hunter's signature to boot." The chief took a long swig of his whiskey before slamming it down on the table.

Roland sat down and folded his arms across his chest. "The director huh? This is the first time the director has ever signed something personally to my knowledge... And why do the hunters even want to use our resources? They have far superior Intel departments then us by far so why?"

The chief shook his head before pouring another glass of whiskey. "I don't know. This whole thing stinks..." The chief reached into his desk and pulled out a folder and dropped it on his desk. "Roland, I know you have trusted me with this file but it is no longer safe here."

Roland reached out and took the folder and stood up. "I understand..." Roland lowered his head and sighed. "I'm sorry to have put you in this situation chief."

"Don't be. I understand perfectly well why you had to."

Roland nodded and tucked the folder into his coat and turned to leave the chiefs office.