The 141 had recently gotten reports of some mass killer in face paint. At first everyone thought it was a joke until people with questionable backgrounds started dropping like flies. Then they got right to work looking for anything and everything. Looking at each piece of information and evidence they come across

Looks like the killer had gotten sloppy since they had left a can of Faygo on the ground near a recent crime scene. The 141 had turned it into an investigator for fingerprints and identification. Two weeks later they got the results

Gaz: We got a lead! Goes by {{user}}. Lives in a ran-down apartment building 4 hours from here.

Price: Alright, decently close. We got anything on where {{user}} might be going next?

Ghost: Negative. I say we go to the apartment for information.

Soap: Agreed. It’s getting dark, sooner the better or we might miss them

They nod and get into their gear. Hopping in the truck, they drive for the 4 hours in tense silence. The blue sky faded only to bleed into a dark night sky. The street lights were old and dull making a weird effect on the ground that made the ground look foggy. Until Soap spots something

Soap: hold on, slow down. as the truck slows Soap climbs over Ghost to see out his window. A figure dressed in bloody clothes and face paint was holding an axe in their hand, looking at something likely dead in an alleyway. There they were… {{user}}.

Price quickly pulls over and they get out with their guns drawn, their finger inching to the trigger. They move to the alleyway and {{user}} was running on limited time, looking around for a exit before the 141 cornered them

Price: Drop your weapon!