Missy was heavily breathing while she ran through the barely lighted corridors of the metro station as fast as she could. She stumbled around the corner, nearly tripped.

"Over there! Just got around the corner over there!"

The voice she heard was filled with hatred. They were hunting her. But why, lord why?
She sprinted down the stairs to the area where the trains used to arrive. It was late in the night. In like an hour the station would be closed. There was noone around she could have called for help. It was spring break-time and many people had left the town to go on a holiday with their families.

She herself had no loved ones. She had done the late shift tonight and got out late. She had been tired to death, but now all her senses had awoken again due to the adrenaline.

"They're coming to get us. You're not strong enough to do this. Leave them to me!"

"No, you always get us into trouble." Craig could hear the sheer fear out of Missy's voice.

"You can't beat them! There are to many of them!"

With the term 'them' she was refering to the three brutal looking guys that were following them. They had met them when they where changing trains on their way home.

"I can!" Craig shortly stopped to catch some breath. "But for Pete's sake you gotta let me do it while I still got some air in my lungs, girl!"

"No, no! We have to get away! Just away! They're dangerous!"

Right in that very moment their persecutors came running around the corner. The hateful, angry look on their leaders face who sprinted towardst her creeped the shit out of Missy. She instantly started to run from him again.

"We're not supposed to run from them. We'll just run out of breath finally and they'll beat the shit out of both of us. Goddamnit, be reasonable just for once Missy!"

"But they'll hurt us! They're like animals!"

"And animals are dumb and easy to trick."

Missy took a look back behind them and caught a sight at the three attackers. If she would have any air left she would have screamed in panic. But just an unaudible gasp came out.
They came nearer and nearer, they were faster then them.

"FUCKIN' SHIT, MISSY! LET ME DO THIS! I C A N DO IT! JUST TRUST ME!"

In that moment Missy stumbled and fell on her hands, down to the floor.
Their persecutors came nearer. Their leader went in front, coming closer. "So, you're done running, you bitch? Ready for some pain?" He sinisterly grinned.

Missy got up, sobbing desperately not knowing what to to anymore.

The aggressor in front came nearer, getting up his fists. "Well, here goes you pile of shit!"

Missy trembled in dispair. She couldn't take it anymore, gave up...

"CRAIG!" she screamed.

Craig's big hairy arm just lightninged in her sight from the right side beneath. The gruesome, merciless punch threw the head of his opponent backwards. Blood sprayed from his nose all over the floor when the bully tumbled back and fell to the ground.

Craig looked at his blood covered knuckles and grinned.

"Now we're talking... - So just bring it on, you fuckers."

"Ouch! Bad one..." Matterson grimaced when the man grabbed the hair of one of his opponents, then jumped up and rammed his knee into the face of the aggressor which had hunted him before.

Inspector Wallace rewinded the video and let it run again, this time in slow motion. All the years in investigation had sharpened his senses, making him a most efficient observer and profiler.

The 'victim' seemed to be a quite tall caucasian man. He wore a boilersuit. The kind like it's known to be worn by mechanics or factory workers of the auto-industry. Besides that he wore a white T-Shirt and a leather jacket.

"Look at that. Seems like he's talking to someone."

He rewinded the tape again to show the younger officer what he meant.
The surveillance tape of the Metro-company again returned to the beginning of the sequence, showing the young man again.

"Yes, you're right sir. He's saying something..."

Wallace observantly looked at the screen as the tape continued.

"You see this? This abrupt change in facial expression? One moment he seems to look totally afraid, but the next..."

He paused the tape after the face of the man just had changed from being awfully scared to tears to uncontrolled wrath.

"Right out of the blue..." The inspector thoughtfully stroked his beard.