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Donovan's phone began ringing just as he began to stand up. He pulled it from his pocket and flipped it open.

"Donovan Blackstone," answered Donovan curtly.

A panicked voice began speaking hurriedly. Jarvis had a hard time making out what the person was trying to say. He caught only bits and pieces, the words: explosion, deaths, panic.

"Wow," spoke Donovan soothingly. "You need to calm down, what happened?"

The voice became more familiar as the initial panic began to fade from it's tone. He recognized it as Mary, a department secretary.

"There's mass panic Det. Blackstone," said Mary. "There was a massacre in the Basin district. A bunch of officers were killed or wounded and the suspect got away. There was also an explosion in the office of one Mr. Bushido. There were a large number of casualties, but they were apparently all killed before the explosion. Witnesses claim a man leapt from the office after the explosion, but no body has been recovered. They need you down to take a look at the scenes. The chief is hysterical. Please hurry."

Donovan hung up the phone and shoved it into his pocket. Before he could be allowed a moment to gather his thoughts the phone rang again. He answered it, greeted by a voice camouflaged and distorted.

"Clean this up 034," was all the voice said.

Sweat was beginning to appear on Donovan's forehead. He didn't know what the hell was going on, and he hated that. He quickly punched a brief message into the phone and forwarded it to all known Mythos members.

It simply read: McCain's Now.

He turned to the woman who'd called him here.

"I suggest you tell me what you want now," he spoke. "and fast. I'm afraid time has become a luxury I can no longer afford."