Knowing Chad is after me now changes the whole game. I go off the grid, hiding out in a cheap motel to lay low. But I can't rest until he's brought to justice.
Poring over case files deep into the night, I notice a suspicious pattern emerge - it looks like Chad had a string of priors for shaking down people who crossed him. Could there be more targets out there who know where he'll strike next?
The next day, I pay a visit to Chad's rough neighborhood, posing as a small time criminal needing protection. That's when I spot one of Chad's known associates - I follow him covertly, hoping he'll lead me back to their boss.
Sure enough, the trail ends at an abandoned warehouse. Drawing my weapon silently, I breach the room...only to come face to face with Chad, holding a terrified young man at gunpoint. Looks like I interrupted his next hit.
In the tense standoff, Chad makes a run for it just like before. But this time, I'm ready - we engage in a brutal fight that ends with Chad captured at last. Case closed...or is it? There's still one mystery left unsolved...
Just as I have Chad subdued, there's a chilling laugh from the shadows. Another figure emerges, gun drawn - it's Chad's even more unhinged right hand man, Marcus.
"Let him go, or I blow your brains out," Marcus sneers. I have no choice but to release Chad, who scurries over to join Marcus. They have me dead to rights now.
But I don't go down without a fight. Quick as a whip, I whip out my backup piece hidden at my ankle and steady my aim. "Put the gun down, Marcus. It's over for both of you."
Marcus just cackles maniacally. "I don't think so, copper. Say goodbye!" He pulls the trigger just as I do - two shots ring out simultaneously.
When the smoke clears, Marcus collapses to the floor, my bullet finding its mark. But a searing pain rips through my side - Marcus got off a lucky shot too. As my vision blurs, I see Chad escape out the window in the chaos.
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The next thing I know, I'm waking up in the hospital. It seems Marcus was my last loose end...or was he?
As John recuperates in the hospital, drifting in and out of consciousness, his mind races with unanswered questions. Who else is involved in Chad's operation? And how far will they go to cover their tracks?
John knows finding Chad is now a personal vendetta. He won't stop until the man who shot him is behind bars for good. But first he must regain his strength.
Weeks pass as John undergoes grueling physical therapy to recover the use of his side. The whole time, he pores over case files, determined to learn what Marcus and Chad were really hiding. A new lead emerges that sends him straight back to the streets...
John is finally back on the case. But pursuing Chad will be his most dangerous case yet in a high stakes game of cat and mouse. The chase is definitely not over - and the body count is sure to rise...
It's been months since that fateful night with Marcus, but I've finally been cleared for duty. The first thing on my agenda - hunt down that slippery son of a gun, Chad.
I pay a visit to my old confidential informant, Frankie, to see if he's heard any chatter on the streets. Turns out Chad's operation has only expanded in my absence. He's moving kilos of product every week now.
Frankie gives me a location for Chad's latest deal going down tonight. I ready my vest and strap, feeling that old thrill of the chase rush through my veins once more. It's time to end this, once and for all.
As darkness falls, I move in quietly on the abandoned lot. Through my scope, I spot Chad overseeing the exchange. But as I take aim to arrest him, another car suddenly pulls up...it's an ambush!
Gunfire erupts as I dive for cover. These guys are professional - they came locked and loaded. I return fire desperately, taking down two shooters. But Chad slips away in the chaos yet again!
Just then, the unthinkable happens. A stray bullet finds its mark - Frankie clutches his chest before collapsing to the dirt. My oldest friend, gone in an instant. The thirst for vengeance burns hotter than ever now...
Chad will pay dearly for this....
I'm reeling from losing Frankie. Chad has crossed every line - it's personal now.
At the station, I slam photos of Chad across my board. There must be a thread, something I'm missing.
Then it hits me - in all our encounters, Chad fled by vehicle. Meaning he needs mechanics and safehouses nearby. I pay visits to my shady informants, offering rewards.
Meanwhile, I stake out Chad's known circles, hoping he'll reach out to old contacts. Sure enough, a low-level dealer approaches one with a message for his boss. I follow discreetly.
The trail leads me to an auto body shop in the seedy industrial district. Perfect front for Chad's operation. After hours, under cover of dark, I make my move.
Inside the dim garage, wrenches clang in the distant bay. Then I hear a familiar, cocky laugh. Holding my piece steady, I throw open the office door and find Chad facing away, on the phone.
He spins in surprise as I train my sights. "It's over, Chad. You're not slipping away this time."
Chad just smiles eerily. "We'll see about that... cop."
A figure suddenly lunges at me from the shadows with a tire iron! The final showdown has begun...
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As the figure swings the tire iron at me, I dive out of the way just in time. Rolling onto my back, I grab my gun and fire two shots center mass. He drops with a grunt.
I spin to see Chad launching over his desk, pulling a piece from his waistband. We exchange fire as furniture explodes around us. I feel a spray of bullets buzz my cheek but stand my ground.
Clip finally empty, Chad makes a break for it out the back. I pursue, finding myself in a maze of parts and vehicles. A shadow shifts in my periphery - he's doubling back to ambush me!
Just as Chad leaps out, I'm ready, clocking him hard across the jaw. We tumble to the dirt, grappling for control of his weapon. His eyes are wild with desperation. With a roar, I force the barrel against his temple.
"It's over!" I growl through gritted teeth. But Chad just laughs maniacally through bloodied lips.
"You think it's that simple, copper? I'm just a pawn...there are bigger players who will finish what I started!"
Before I can stop him, Chad bites down savagely on something hidden in his cheek. His body convulses violently and then...goes still.
Was he telling the truth? The game is only beginning...
