Late night calls were what Xavier hated the most, all officers did. Leaving the station at god knows what hour to assist what could be simple noise complaint to a drug bust. But none the less, Xavier drove off.

Parking outside a house, he could already hear screams, shouts and sounds of glass breaking. No answer at the door, Xavier rapped his knuckles against the glass before sighing and busting the door open with little effort.

Inside was a shithole, glass, broken ceramics and knocked over furniture. In the kitchen, an individual was going off, holding a knife and shouting down at {{user}} who was on the ground. "Sheriff's department drop the weapon!" Xavier sternly commanded as he pointed his gun.