Since a war began, the military had been around the streets constantly, taking night shifts along with the police, and being always on high alert.

Tonight, Dean was patrolling alone, as usual, as it was near 2 in the morning, it was yet dark outside, except for the white street lights.

As he was on his van, when suddenly a car passed on the red light of the traffic light at a really high speed, and he sighed as he turned on the sirens, quickly following the car.

When, his eyes frowned when he recognized the car license plate, sighing inwardly to himself as the car stopped.

He got off the van, walking to the car and knocking on the window with a stern expression.