The First Victims

Ken walked along the crack storage, everything was going smooth until the Godamn rat infestation in the storage, the rats were beginning to tear up the packages, that wasn't good at all, if the boss finds out, it would be his ass, they had a major deal set for today. Ken turned around to see one of the workers, a big guy, his name was Steve or something like that, one of the business's go betweens.

"Hey what the hell are you doing?" Ken called out, "it ain't break time yet! Hey! Get back to work!"

"Ughhh.." Damn what was wrong with the guy?

The guy was shuffling like he was drunk or something, and he smelled like shit. Ken walked closer to take a look

"Hey what the hell? Have you been drinking on the job.. AHHHH!"

Steve practically tackled him

"AHH! Get off me!" It was no use; Steve began to sink his teeth into Ken's torso. Ken felt incredible sharp pain, he passed out.

Hours Later...

Detective Matt Payne of the Raccoon City DEA Branch sat in his unmarked Crown Victoria. Godamn stakeouts He and the others have been sitting there for the past 3 hours. They had been planning the Drug bust for weeks; they have parked around an abandoned warehouse, believed to be a major crack house in Raccoon.

"This is dispatcher 23, Chief said you have a green light", the radio crackled

Matt picked up the Receiver

"Roger that, all units go go go!"

ATF agents in full tactical gear ran out of the van behind them, Matt and the other agents took out their Glocks' and ran to the warehouse door, one of the agent's kicked the door open

"Fire in the hole!"

An ATF agent threw a flashbang, after it exploded, everyone moved in. The agents split into groups, then separating into pairs, searching room-by- room. Matt was searching the office when he heard gunshots, then his radio cracked; it was one of the DEA agents.

"Uhh, sir, I think you want to see this." Matt walked into storage Number 2; it was filled with cocaine and nicotine, the agents where gathering around 2 bodies, both of them were rotting. It was apparent that the big guy was eating the other guy. Damn what a mess.

"We had to put the big guy down, he wouldn't listen to our warnings" a ATF agent explained

"Godamn", the smell was getting to Matt, "I want the Crime Scene Unit, and I want Coroners here right now."

He looked at the supply load of crack, He remembered a truck coming by to pick up something hours earlier.

"Jesus", "he scowled, "Take all this shipment to the DEA security storage"

"Yes sir"

The DEA agents began to remove the Cocaine shipment. Matt walked back outside, to the closest Squad Car, the RPD was already on the scene,

"This is Detective Matt Payne of the DEA, I am requesting a citywide bulletin search of a white delivery truck, a Ford model, license plate is AEF234."

"Roger that", the dispatcher responded, "All Units, citywide bulletin, be on the lookout for a white delivery truck, license plate AEF234." Matt walked toward his own unmarked car it was time to go back to the precinct,

gonna have a shitload of paperwork to write out.