Case #52: Video

[It looks as though George did not mean for this transmission to be video, because his comm is giving a view of concrete passing beneath George's feet. It's passing a little unsteadily, and every now and then one of George's hands is just visible in the upper corner of the screen. His palm is bleeding, as though it has been punctured by something very small and very thin and very sharp. George's voice sounds raspy.]

I...this is Constable George Crabtree, requesting...I'm on orders of the GCPD. In pursuit of a gang ruffians who attempted...attempted...OI! You there!

[George's feet skid to a woozy stop.]

You... I feel...

[George's comm clatters to the ground. Three punks stand at the dead-end of an alley. A shadow begins loom over them, growing taller and broader and taller...]