This Is The City.. (rated R, For Roleplay.)

<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Caleb sat there, the smell of the eggs and breakfast hashbrowns from the back were already tugging those hunger pangs. The no smoking sign had been ignored as he insisted earlier he was a cop and cops could do anything. He wants the blue collar cop but his clothing gave him away real quick, a detective and by the look of him it had been a long night. His hair disheveled as yet again his fingers raked through it. Something on his mind had him looking absent but that food always pulled him back. His nose flared as the waitress came on over with his plate Jesus what time what it now? Early too early he smiled a little and put out his cigarette as the coffee was topped off. He knew this woman, he was a regular she hassled him alot about smoking. Eh.. it was his thing, he was only addicted to few things and smoking was right up there on the list.

He couldn't figure out what the hell was wrong with the damn world. When the woman asked him what was wrong he again only gave a short smile and with that accent of a local he pointed to his lack of utensils.

"Yo Stacey.. You think I can get a fork or something?"

Stacey the waitress a pair of legs that went all the way to Sunday. She stumbled a little in her speech and gave him a cross look before pulling out of her apron that bundled set and napkin. Though Caleb felt like something was wrong, the night before had brought on alot of crazy s***. He'd never seen it before, he wasn't about to share the nightmare of that crime scene. Two kids sacrificed in an abandoned warehouse. He had never seen that before, and it struck a chord with him because he had two of his own. Where were those parents of theirs? Did they die slow? He was anxious to get back from the medical lab he was also tired. Sleep was something he missed now.. Things were getting so much worse around here the missing people, their corpses found days later. It didn't tie into last night crime, nothing tied in together. Only thing was.. people were dying, in horrible ways.

He had for just a moment longed to call up his exwife, she usually gave him s*** about child support, always threatening to move to another state just to smite him. Still.. STILL.. he loved her. He hated her.. Hell he wasn't sure only that she was the mother of his kids he married way to young but the kids.. It was the only thing keeping him sane. Alex, and Toad.. his nicknames for those two girls. A small smile presented itself as he'd paused from eating. Bah, hell no was he going to call that f***er Able was there. Her new husband... the candle he kept for his ex was one she put out.

The glass tapped with both hands violently turning him and out of habit his gun was reached and aimed dead center as the morning crew of city clean up laughed. That was short when the gun was pulled. He grit his teeth about to stand up and with it the men lifted their hands and began to back step..

"f***ing .."

The sound he made wasn't a happy one. Sitting back down to keep his cool.</span>