As Zaen disappeared without a trace, some trouble was brewing elsewhere.
"ST-14 to headquarters, we might have a lead on subject G-017. I repeat. We might have a lead on subject G-017," Markus, the large Caucasian male, yelled over his radio as a blonde woman and a man akin to a bowling ball followed him.
"Got it, Strider team 14, pursue the lead and report back as soon as you find the subject." A feminine voice crackled through their radios. "Do not engage the subject in combat! I repeat, DO NOT engage! It's more precious than all of your lives, understand? Wait for the Impounders to be deployed. Do not let the subject get out of sight."
"Roger that, command." Marcus then disconnected the link.
"Yo... lead... mind if... I take... a break?" Hugo, the bowling ball, asked Marcus. Someone like him clearly wasn't suited for this job, and Marcus knew it well.
"Fuck fatso, why did you even join the force!?" Marcus yelled back, pushing a bystander out of his way.
