Lights flashing, a red tint filled C.A.D. The maze of surrounding corridors were filled with the panicky buzz of Sun Hill officers, both uniformed and not. Shouts filled the area, along with many other alien noises to those corridors, as all sense of procedure had flown out the window, it seemed. Mickey Webb, who had just arrived, but had been pushed against the wall in the chaos, viewed the situation with a wide-eyed stare and a kind of 'what-the-hell-is-going-on' type of expression. He tried to ask a couple of officers who whizzed past, but it seemed he was only capable of talking to shadows. He didn't have a good feeling about the chaos in a station he knew so well, and little did he know, he was about to find out what all the panic was about- but would it be too late?
From the greasy warehouse floor, escaped a dry, pained and muffled yelp. A blood-stained, gagged and filthy DS Turner tried to stand, but soon became aware that he had been very uncomfortably, and unhelpfully chained to a support pillar. Lying in a reversed foetal position, his back had been bent around an extremely large diametric support pole- there was absolutely no way that he could be able to free himself without risking paralysation. What made things better was that he realised that he was lying on a bed of broken glass- shards were dangerously close to becoming part of his anatomy. His arms were badly bent around the pillar in order for the handcuffs to be effective in their purpose, and he suspected that his left arm was broken, as it hosted a dull yet extremely present pulsating twinge. He also noticed that he seemed to be covered in an awful lot of red liquid- but he didn't seem to be bleeding- at least not heavily enough to produce that amount of blood.
Stuart lifted his head up just enough just enough to see where he was, but his extreme light-headedness was still very present from his recent bout of Unconsciousness, so his head quickly hit the floor again, giving him both a beautiful encrusted face, and another painful contributation to an already throbbing headache. From the floor, he could just about make out that he was in an abandoned warehouse, but surely he wouldn't have come here by himself?
'Oh Shit... where's Stevie?'