When Fred emerged from the alleyway his demeanour was not of a stone cold killer but someone just out for a stroll. This observation made Diabo very nervous. Diabo spoke over the radio, â€œSuspect as been spotted, move inâ€. He and Dawes got out of the car, and along with 4 other officers, weapons drawn, moved in on the restaurant. â€œFreeze! Fred youâ€™re under arrest!â€ But Fred had other ideas, in a blur he leapt onto two the officers, throwing one through the restaurant window and knocking the other out cold with the butt of his own firearm. He then bolted back down the alley with Diabo, Dawes and the other two officers in pursuit. Fred ducked into the basement of an abandoned building as Diabo and the others charged after him. He fired off a few shots with the stolen weapon slowing down his pursuers before disappearing into the building. â€˜Heâ€™s fastâ€™, Diabo thought as he ran, â€˜almost too fastâ€™. The building was old and decrepit, a perfect place for someone to hide. Diabo motioned to the other officers to go around and cover the front.
â€œShots fired!â€ Diabo yelled over his radio. â€œI have two officers down, suspect has been seen entering an abandoned building on east Pender, we are in pursuit.â€The voice on the radio crackled â€œBack up is on the way.â€ â€œDid you see how quickly he took down Johnson and Stephens?!â€ Exclaimed an excited Dawes. â€œThis is our guy, no doubt about it. Should we wait for back up or go in? What do you think?â€ The look on Dawes face said it all. Diabo spoke into the radio, â€œDispatch, we are going in.â€ As he and Dawes entered the building, a sense of foreboding came over him. This was new to him, he couldnâ€™t escape the feeling that Fred was too much for the two for them to handle. The way he took out two of his officers with such ease left Diabo with a sense of dread. He felt that Fred was up there waiting for him. Floor by floor they searched but all the found was human waste and rats. The eerie silence was unnerving like no one had been in the place in years. By the time they reached the 6th floor, they started searching apartments one after the other. 606 was the last apartment on that floor, gently they opened the door. Like all the rest, the place was vacant. Diabo would have moved on but something caught his eye. A light under a closet door.
They cautiously entered the apartment. There was an old mattress on the floor but not much else. The two men slowly approached the doors with the light under it. The doors themselves were sliding ones. They each took a door and slid them apart. What they saw on the other side made everything worse. Drivers licences, the interior wall was littered with them. Diabo recognized the 7 from his case files but there were at least two dozen more nailed to the wall. â€œJesus Christ!â€ Was all that Dawes could say. â€œCall it in, we need everyone on deck for this.â€ â€œRight awayâ€ responded Dawes, as he turned away to make the call. Thatâ€™s when Diabo heard it, a thud, like a body hitting the floor. Diabo whipped around only to see Dawes on the floor unconscious with Fred standing over him, his eyes glowing red. â€˜What the fuckâ€™, he thought as he drew his weapon. But Fred was too fast, he knocked the weapon out Diaboâ€™s hand and grabbed him by the throat. Hoisting him up like he was a rag doll. â€œYouâ€™re never going to stop, are you?â€™ said Fred, â€˜You cannot stop me, his power is eternal and his revenge, never ending.â€ â€œWhat the fuck are you?â€ Said Diabo as struggled to breath. â€œI am a means to an end, one that unfortunately you are never going to see.â€ He then hurtled Diabo through the sixth floor window.