#toadhog

[meowmorice]

[drop-the-healing-beat]

Lúcio could count with the fingers of one hand the times the police had asked for his help. He was quite a man of law now, a freedom fighter and a world wide known DJ with a clean reputation. But that didn't erase the story he had with the poor Brazilian police department. Looking back, he almost felt pity for them, but those had been fun years of playing cop cat and thief mouse (or frog, in Lúcio's case).

This case was an interesting one, it looked like the cops were chasing a world wide known criminal that called himself Roadhog, and, since cops weren't welcomed in the favela, they'd lost track of him close to there.

The young DJ was skating at full speed through the now empty streets, it was late in the night, so he didn't have to look too much to spot a seven feet tall man with a gas mask that looked like a pig's face, armed with a hook and a shotgun that looked hand made.

"We don't like foreign trouble makers here." Lúcio kept a good distance between them. He didn't want to find himself at the end of that sharp hook. Lúcio grinned. "What did you do? Cops won't tell me."

@apocolypticoz