I'm off on holiday tomorrow so I wouldn't expect anything for two weeks, but when I come back i promise i'll write the next chapter.

CHAPTER 4: OH SHI- (COPS' PERSPECTIVE)

"Uuuh....I'll have a coffee and a glazed doughnut please."
"And I'll have a coffe and chocolate doughnut."
LOLZILLA and dew smiled at the waitress as she wrote down the order.

"That'll be $5 Gentlemen."

Dew fumbled around in his pocket for some change, but failed to find any. "Hey 'zilla, can you get this one?"

"Y'mean like I usually have to?" he asked, shoving a bill into the waitreeses hand. She wandered off across the black and white checked floor of the small, retro diner.

People sometimes glanced across the room at the two detectives, looking worriedly at the colt 1911s and buzzing radios lain on the table, but they barely noticed any more.

"So Dew, heard you got yourself involved in the DeFranco case, how's it going?"

"Ah, not bad, but there's a few complications."

"What kind of complications?"

"Only that the judge we pulled is slightly left of Karl Marx and won't give me a warrant for shit!"

"Yeah, sucks when that happens, I had one case a few months back, I couldn't get warrant from the judge even though we had the victim's amputated hand with the address cut into the fuckin' thing. Sucked."

"Idiots like judge Fulp shouldn't be in power, I mean just because you're related to the President doesn't mean you're good at everything. It's high time this country realized that. I mean, the guy's an...Thanks darlin'."

The waitress had returned with the order. The officers sat in silence while they ate, appreciating the atmosphere and watching the traffic pass outside. The radios buzzed occasionally calling other units to scenes of crimes on the other side of the city.

Dew opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of the door bursting open and hurried footsteps.

"SOMEBODY HELP! THERE'S A BODY OUTSIDE!" Yelled a terrified voice from behind them.

"Sir! Sir calm down we're police officers!" LOLZILLA ran over to the man who had shouted.

"Ohmygod you have to help! Oh...oh my god..."

"SIR! Calm down and tell us where it is!"

The man took a deep breath, still shaking. His face was pale and full of fear. He was a young man, dressed in a green shirt and jeans.

"It's...it's...it's out...it's out there..." he pointed a trembling finger at the door.

"Let's go 'zilla."
"Right behind ya!"

They picked up their weapons and radios and ran toward the door.

The officers ran across the floor, dodging stunned onlookers, gawping at the events unfolding. Out of the door and into the rain-soaked street.

Lying on the sidewalk outside the diner was a naked and bloody corpse, laying in a pool of blood flowing into the street. A small crowd had formed around it, staring at their inevitable destiny.

Dew got on the radio while 'zilla cleared the crowd.

"This is alpha-two-kilo going code 3 on a 1-87 outside absent's diner, additional units and an RA requested, over."

Also, just out of opinion, after i do this story, I'd quite like to do a military-style one, opinions plz