"send help."

the note was covered in blood. to the point where i couldnt read the thing. why the most wanted man in england sent a cry for help to the police i- i would never know. my team look at the dog and the note, confused as to why he would ask for us out of everyone he could have asked- ever.

"what do you make of it boss?" my team chorus at me, as i stare at the note. its still wet. i shake my head and call the dog over. he trots over with a slight limp, worries cloud my mind- but after stroking it, i could confirm that there is no visible injuries.

i get to my feet and take in my team. they stand there patiently, waiting for my call. "lets get this bastard." its a quiet order but they all spring into action. i dont know if this is a trap or not. but he'll pay for what he did. and i make i silent promise to my team that he will.