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You glance once to the door and draw your radio, this is the reason you work in pairs.

"Hawthorne?" You radio in. "Got a sound upstairs, east wing. Can you check it out? I think I may have seen something on the back patio so I'm gonna hold the door."

"Copy. Bunko, you and Chen move your patrol car to the gate and keep an eye on the front door. DeLucia, hold the door until the rear team gets there to clear it."

"Received." Chen's voice comes through.

"Yes, sir." You answer back, tucking the radio away again.

You breathe a little easier now. Allowing the thump upstairs to lie in the background you focus your attention back to the rear door, the light not revealing anything and for a moment you start to wonder if you were imagining things. But then the leaves rustle again.

"What the fuck?" You mutter to yourself as you pop the strap on your holster.

A man, Caucasian, tall as Hawthorne strides out of the bushes. A flat cap rests snugly above his eyes, which are nearly swallowed whole by his pupil. He strides forward confidently with a grey stone brick in his hand and a flat expression. You pull your weapon as his face twists into a snarl and he rockets that brick straight towards you.

"Fuck!" You shout, shielding your face from the flying shards and throwing yourself to the side. You let your shoulder slam into the wall to remain standing.

The brick clatters down the hall and as you look back up you see him sticking a leg through the door, ducking to fit through the empty frame. Red track pants with white stripes, the owner of the mystery jacket. His eyes lock with yours and he speaks low.

"Where is Bruce Wayne?"

>Raise your weapon and fire, center mass, unarmed or not he's way too close.
>Draw down on him and get distance, rear team or Hawthorne had to hear that glass shatter. The cavalry's coming, keep him at bay and distracted.
>He's unarmed but more than that he may know something. Holster your gun and draw your (baton, OC Spray, tazer).
>He might be bigger than you, but you've been working on your cardio. Take off deeper into the halls, maybe you can lead him right to Hawthorne.
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