Hoffman lay inside of the police interrogation room, his hands bound with handcuffs. He wasn't thinking or saying anything. His wrists had blood marks on them from when the handcuffs were placed on him. Detective Fisk was watching from behind the glass. He was with S.W.A.T member Lamana.

Fisk- "He hasn't said anything since one of the cops who was tailing him picked him up?"

Lamina- "Not a word. Can't believe it was Hoffman, he always seemed like a generally nice guy. Until everything with his sister, and his mother and father dying a few years ago."

Fisk- "His mom and dad died?"

Lamina- "Yeah, a crazy bastard called 'The Pendulum Killer' killed them both. He did inside jobs for the mob, things like that. Funny thing is that they never caught him. Marks the last one in the Hoffman family."

Fisk looked at Hoffman again. He twisted his neck, and then spit on the floor. His eyes were emotionless. He then turned up to the mirror, and looked directly in it at Lamina.

Lamina- "He can't see us?"

Fisk- "Nope. Let me talk to him and get this over with."

Fisk entered inside the interrogation room, and Hoffman turned to face him. He grinned.

Hoffman- "Fisk."

Fisk sat down on the chair across from him. He put his coffee on the table. Fisk had never seen a man who looked more evil than Hoffman at that moment. He was somewhat fascinated to be truly looking into the eyes of a serial killer, or the devil.

Fisk- "We found the bodies of Gibson, and Rogers. You took out over half of our police station, good cops."

Hoffman- "That's what you think."

Fisk wanted to punch him right there. He didn't though, and he lay completely still. Fisk then shook his head, and took out a picture of a man, and he laid it out in front of Hoffman.

Fisk- "You know this man?"

Hoffman- "No."

Fisk grinned.

Fisk- "That's a lie. The mans name is Gibson, the one you killed. Because of that, I'm solely responsible for calling this man's brother to tell him that he's dead."

Hoffman- "Oh Gibson, don't even get me started."

Fisk- "You piece of shit. You killed 6 cops, took the life of an innocent woman, and almost got away with it."

Hoffman- "Innocent woman? That's a laugh, she was just as in on the murders as I was."

Fisk pulled out his chair and stood up, not taking his eyes once off Hoffman.

Fisk- "But the difference between you and Jill, is that she knew what was right for everyone. She didn't kill innocent people."

Hoffman- "Whatever. I'm caught, when am I transferring to county?"

He said this for no problem, as if it didn't matter that he was going to county Jail.

Fisk- "That's not what I came here for. I want to know something."

He leaned in close to Hoffman, so close Hoffman could feel the breath of Fisk on him.

Fisk- "How did it feel when you found out your sister had a knife through her, and she was brutally slaughtered on the floor?"

Hoffman brutally lurched forward at Fisk, and would have gone farther, if it weren't for the handcuffs. Truth is, Fisk felt bad saying that to Hoffman, because he was sure that she was a great person. He just had grown a tendency to having personal vengeances against certain serial killers over the years, and now he had his chance to piss one off.

Hoffman- "You piece of shit! I'm going to fucking slaughter you, and everyone else here."

Fisk got up, and took his files and papers with him. He had enough.

Fisk- "Just get through those handcuffs and we'll talk."

He was about to close the door, when Hoffman muttered one last thing.

Hoffman- "There's a new game going on."

Fisk paused, and turned around to Hoffman.

Fisk- "What?"

Hoffman- "I'm an apprentice of Johns, but that doesn't mean I couldn't have my own helper, without the old man smiling."

Suddenly, a devil grin emerged on Hoffman's face. He faced Fisk.

Hoffman- "Time is running out Fisk."

Fisk slammed the door to the interrogation room. He pulled out his cell phone. Lamina saw him.

Lamina- "What happened?"

Fisk headed down the hallway of the station with haste.

Fisk- "Hoffman's set a new series of traps up, more people are going to die. I need to find out where they are."

Lamina- "Fisk, it's going to be impossible with just this department. Let's contact the FBI…"

Fisk- "No, there's no one. Except…"

He slurred those last words, and faced away.

Lamina- "Who?"

Fisk- "An old Agent I knew. He and I have an old grudge, something I'll explain later. He's the last person I would ever call, but I'll have to."

Lamina- "You go do that, and I'll warn everyone else in the station."

Fisk- "No, you're S.W.A.T., just wait until I need you. We need the only force we have to stay alive, now that you're S.W.A.T commander. Just watch out, because I'm going to find this out."

Lamina sighed. He wanted to be in on the case, but understood as S.W.A.T. commander it wasn't his place. He was used to it. When he applied for the police force, he hoped for a detectvie, but the commisioner said he would be better on the SWAT team. He took it because it had a higher pay, compared to a detective, even though a detective was the real reason why he wanted to join the force.

Lamina- "Alright."

Suddenly, a person emerged from the doors of the police station. A man was on the ground.

Fisk- "What the fuck?"

The person screamed, and cops rushed to the man on the ground.

Fisk- "That's Bobby Dagen."

Bobby- "Help me, please...he's behind me, help..."

Bobby passed out. Fisk looked outside of the police station. A car, with a dark figure in it, drove off into the distance.

(Writers note: Hope you enjoy this chapter. Next chapter includes our new subject of the game, and the survivor group. Tell me your thoughts on the characters, plot, ect, so far, feedback is always nice!)