Daniel finished violently knifing the guard through the neck with the broken plastic fork.

He let the body slump over the front desk of the police station, nobody else was around.

He was still whistling as he headed out the double doors into the bright sunlight of Sleepy Peak.

He had the keys to every cop car in the lot in his pockets as another police car pulled up to the station.

"Get On The Ground!"

A voice hollered, and a pair of flying spikes pierced his chest.

50,000 volts were more than enough to send the Cultist to his knees.

Another jolt toppled him over onto his back.

The very instant the charge eased up, Daniel swept the cops feet from under him, the taser clattering uselessly to the ground.

Daniel brought his broken fork into the downed man's chest dozens of times until he stopped breathing.

A few moments later Daniel was behind the wheel of his new police cruiser, heading for the center of town.