Name: Mike Statucki
Age: 21
Bios: Mike's parents were killed in a shooting when he was five. His parents were in the Police Force in which Mike pursued as his career also. His parents murder was never solved which is probably one of the main reasons why he joined the force. It's been three years since he began searching, and he might just have a lead...
Part 1
Health: 100% [
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Inventory:
- Baretta M9 [15 Bullets In Clip]
- 2 Clips For M9
- Flashlight
"Kate's gonna be pissed that you're working overtime again." my partner says as he kicks back in the chair of the police car. We pull up to a curb and I turn towards him and respond, "Look this might be the only lead I'll get on what happened. This is probably my only shot," my hand reaches over and turns off the radio, "It's not like I piss her off all the time anyways." John cracks a small laugh and teases, "Fine but you're not crashing at my place again. It took me forever to get the drool stains out of the cou-" is all he can make out before his head erupts into a fountain of gore. "forget!" I sputter out as I duck under the dashboard. My eyes scan the buildings for the sniper as I grip my handgun tightly.
What do you do?
