Snippet #1916310

Mike was having a good dream for once. It had a lot less death and blood in it and a lot more happy and pretty girls. That was until the living hellraiser that was Mrs. Bakoski who lived one floor above him began her daily ritual of excessively loud classical music at eight in the morning. Mike's eyes flew open as the first bitter note hit his ears and whatever paradise his dreams had brought him was gone. Time for the cold, harsh reality of the day. He half rolled out of his futon and took the five steps he needed to get to the bathroom. His studio apartment was small but at least you didn't have to go far to get anything. After a quick shower, he pulled on his usual attire and went to the stove and half a counter he called a kitchen and threw some eggs and fried ham together. The eggs were under cooked and the ham was more burnt than crispy but he hardly took notice once he realized his morning glass of juice was more than a few days spoiled. 'It can only get better,' he thought grudgingly in his head as he hooked up his gun holster and slide the excessively large .9mm ebony pistol into it's place. 'I have paperwork today. I have no expectations. No need to leave before my shift's over. I can't do wrong.'

As he stepped out into his apartment's garage, Mike couldn't help but smile at the one thing he was happy to own: a Yamoto GCC900 hovorcycle. Imported straight from Japan, decked out with all the shiniest bells and whistles of the modern age and showing off a black and red paint job, it was easily worth the several months of pay and bonuses Mike had earned. He mounted it and revved the bike up a few times before shooting off into the city. The first stop was the coffee shop, as stereotypical as it may seem. Between the time you wake up and the time you get to bed, you need a cup of Joe to keep you going when you're in law enforcement.

He parked a block away from his usual cafe and walked over only to be interrupted by... a man flying out the window?! After a moment of shock and then realizing the hapless man wasn't dead, Mike drew his gun and pressed to the side of the building, leaning in to get a look through the hole where the window had been. Standing there was a beast so hideous and foul that he couldn't find words to describe it, though one word rang clearly through his head regardless. Titanspawn. 'Yep. Only get better,' he thought poisonously to himself. Without another thought, he drew the monster pistol from it's holster in one smooth movement, flipping the safety off with his thumb and began unloading shots into the beast as fast as his hands would let him.