The day had been rather uneventful, especially for the 20th ward. You were walking along the streets, not really doing anything too important, but still on the lookout. A light rain had picked up above the area a while ago, casting an almost misty look on the concrete grounds as you walk by—but before long, you could pick up on the feeling that someone was following you, looking back to see a older looking man, in a all too familiar white coat, lugging a briefcase along with him, before he calls out

“Stop right there. I see you.”