The Dudette shuffles around the dark alleys that sidewing the main street, she does notice that there are less hobos than usual. You sense a ... specific emotion radiating from most of them, it seems to be of confusion and perhaps fear, she is not really sure. Some of the hobos look at the Dudette alarmed but she knows that hobo witnesses ain't a thing. They...they won't DARE.

The Dudette stalks the crime scene and notice that things died down. Mostly. She can spot no officers but the scene has been restricted with tape and barricades. The bodies have been pulled out but they have not been picked up as of yet. "Slums no one cares of.." she thinks to herself.

>...

The Dudette searches and opens up the body bags. The putrid smell hits her right in the face, the clothed officers had their stomach ripped out and there's acid and shit pouring out everywhere. She kneels over and pukes out her last "meal" [2]. She spends few more minutes around and finds a small police notepad, few pens, a baton along with two stray pistol bullets [2+ bullets].

The Dudette reckons the case is still on it's way to the office via van/cruiser. An almost silenced chortle bursts out from inside the warehouse.

>...

The Dudette backs off into the darkness of the alleys and crouches behind a garbage box, overlooking the warehouse. She slides out the police radio from her jacket, takes a deep breath and speaks :

"Found another briefcase near the warehouse, a stoner is carr-" she lets out a blaze from her revolver before the radio cuts off.

The operator panics and begins blabbering, making dispatches. The police cruiser that picked off the case seems to be coming back. If the Dudette has any plans to make she should be starting now, the cruiser will arrive in 20 minutes. The laughter continues inside the warehouse, it's seriously making the Dudette uneasy.

>...