Four patrolling vans were making their way to South West part of Tacoma city on S 19th Street. Their velocity made pedestrians conscious about condition of the city.

"Do you think D'Amares is there? Relying on unsure sources of information for such a dangerous criminal isn’t a good idea." said Warner to Keaton when both of them were in leading patrolling car. Both men were seated with comfort on the back seat until Keaton made Warner to pass a big and heavy bag to him.

Warner could hear radio squeak and was unable to figure out if it was his or Keaton's or it was of the cop who had been driving.

Keaton unzipped the heavy bag, almost tore it, without responding neither to Warner nor to the constant squeaks from radios what were uttering some words. The sound was annoying even for the cops. The noise was nothing less than an old record of diameter about one feet being played on malfunctioning record player.

"D'Amares! I think I was talking about him!" Warner raised his voice as a remainder when Keaton was almost done with adjusting his Magnum's magazine.

Keaton felt wrath in Warner's voice so he replied, "Listen, you are not getting it right, Mike! He's in there because the car's number plate has already been traced and right now it is parked in the address where we're supposed to go. Don’t assume this as a shitty patrolling drill which we did together for last decade. And we're not the ones who should be concerned if the sources TPD is getting is accurate or not –"

"Damn!" Warner slammed his hand on the bulletproof glass, remembering the annoying drills, "I hate ill confirmed projects. And in such a sensitive matter? How can you say we aren’t the one who should not be showing any concern? How Cusack? We're here dealing with potential danger. We are here, not those Alford and – and Deighan. I can't believe they can risk our lives just to confirm if D'Amares is here or not. He's a goon –"

"A drug smuggler and multiple cops killer for USA. He hasn’t been active in homicides here in recent time. In fact, the man is more like an underworld fugitive who has a clean record on him for terrorism activities." Keaton explained, "Public is unaware of him and since he had been arrested seven years ago, there is no way to find out if his facial features are same as it was or not. We had heard back then that he had done cosmetic surgery somewhere in France. Such criminals either tattoo their faces or sometimes end up with disfigured faces in brawls. As far as I remember, he had tattooed his cheek and chances are there that now he either has got more of them added on his face or he has got it removed already. In fact there were rumors since weeks about his presence in States but nobody knew how he looks like."

Keaton could sense they were few minutes away from the destined place. Keaton sensed something which made him break his silence, "Mike…This is a classified information and perhaps you also know but his project had been planned in TPD Headquarters within few hours. I won't lie, I feel uneasy for you because I couldn’t inform you about this some hours earlier. We had to pick you up at last minute and I can understand your frustration. Last week Deputy Chief Alford had told me we could have a possible mission. He didn’t tell me clear what it was going to be. Perhaps he was also unsure of what was going to happen."

"A possible mission? I call it a possible death sentence. And what the hell you think is classified information huh? Nothing's really classified in TPD right now. For instance, one of our classified had come in TPD a week ago and since then rumors have arise about Aitoúntes. Such information had never come from a phone call before…"