"One strawberry ice cream." The cashier says.

I grab it and I pay. What a night. I suck down on the ice cream. I'm usually not the biggest fan but I need the high sugar rush. Reminds me of when my mother used to buy me these after Daddy went a little rough. It wasn't long before he killed her, and I had to kill him with his own axe.  

Anyway... never minding my gruesome childhood as if it would clear the task at hand, how did that fox chick know where I was? Though I suppose there's no beating up over spilled blood. She was the Crimson Paw. I know her work. I know that she was the best thief. I should have expected it. My phone rings again. I roll my eyes. I take the call.

"What?" I whine.

"This does not inspire confidence Shotgun. You had one job." The voice hisses.

"And I'll deliver, but... what fun is the game without the chase?" I ask.

"This is not a game!" The voice yells.

"Correction, it's the best game." I hang up.

I let out a breath. That spoiled my appetite but still. I bite into the cone. The game begins now. The chase. Though it's not much of a chase since I know where he'll be. I look up and I see the hospital. Of course... it's going to be very heavily guarded, but the police are like cockroaches. All you need to do is smash them.