Chapter 8: Intu-Mission
The number of civilians out on the streets dwindled substantially as the sun sank towards the horizon, its quavering shafts throwing the buildings in shadows denser than ever before.
To Chief Gilroy, a man of over sixteen years of experience, this was an unwelcome sight. Shuggazoom represented life, a pinnacle above the uninhabitable regions. His city wasn't supposed to be devoid of rowdy drivers nor was the laughter of young couples strolling in the moonlight supposed to be an echo of memory.
Memory—that's what he strived for. An endeavor to put life back the way it was. What it was always meant to be: a city of peace.
Peace wouldn't return naturally. Chief Gilroy knew this. If he and the rest of the force ever hoped to reestablish that peace, they needed to ease the citizens' minds—but to do that, they needed more information. He needed it.
He sought out any eyewitnesses available. There certainly wasn't a shortage in finding them; what was