[Rich]

Lloyd eyed Rackleg suspiciously.

"You best get out of here, this place might get very messy soon. I don't want to see you're still in here when I come out of there" He said, gun in hand, approaching the door.

The Sligs stood guard behind Lloyd as he walked cautiously into the back room. The shadowy office showed signs of a recent struggle, loose documents covered the floor, spreading from an upturned filing cabinet and furniture lay toppled around the room. Slumped on the chiefs desk was Lenny, lifeless, gunshot wound to the head.

"Guys, this isn't pretty" said Lloyd, moving Lenny off the desk. He tried the back door. Locked from the outside.

"Looks like those filthy cops have done a runner too, this is turning from bad to worse fast, I'd best go outside and phone the boss".