Sergeant Andrews wheeled into the apartment building's driveway, beating his backup to the scene he exited his car, walking into the building meeting the very anxious mother in the kitchen of their small apartment building.

"Oh Oh officer, he's in the other room here, he's been there for hours. I call to him and he won't answer, nothing!" The woman, said in a very concerned voice, quickly ushering the officer into her home and offering him a cup of coffee which he politely refused as he walked to the bedroom door.

"What was his name again Ma'am?"

"Justin"

The sergeant nodded to his partner as he entered the home, he remained outside to talk with the mother mainly to keep her occupied with something other than worrying about her son.

John walked into the bedroom "Justin. Justin! Wake up in there, police." He knocked on the helmet he was wearing.

"Can we pull it off'n him?" The other officer piped up from the door, standing next to the mother

"Go ahead try it" The mother said nodding to the sergeant who slowly pulled the helmet off the child.

The next series of events happened so quickly everything was a blur. As soon as the helmet was pulled off the child he started seizing, eyes rolling back in his head as his body shook all over. Peter moved the mother out of the way of the door and ran to his sergeant's side helping him hold the boy down "403 GET MEDCU DOWN HERE NOW, 17 YEAR OLD MALE, VIOLENT SEIZURE" he screamed into his radio.

The mother was sobbing on the couch in her small apartment living room, the EMT had just declared Justin Thompson dead at the age of 17, that contraption of a gaming helmet just killed a child, Sergeant Andrews was not happy, he was out in his car writing a scathing police report, this can't go unnoticed he thought, who knows who else has done the same thing.

Chris Motiva was being woken at 7am on a Saturday, this better be good. He looked over at his phone, one of his lead team members. "Jeeze you got some nerve calling me on a weekend" He said smiling, joking with his friend.

The voice on the other end of the line was not at all friendly though, serious and stoic "Have you seen the news?"

"No what?" Chris said, getting up and pulling the copy of the wall street Journal from his apartment hallway and opening it. The headline screamed 'CHILDREN KILLED BY GAME PLATFORM' "Woah…"

"Yeah this is crazy. We need to make some calls, this is escalating big big time."

"Yeah. Let's have a conference at 1400, ill send some emails" He hangs up the phone looking down at the newspaper again "Holy shit" He muttered to himself shaking his head.