Slipstream landed just inside the police blockade of the dining center where several mobsters were holed up. Showing his BOS credentials, the lead CPD representative on the scene approached him. "Appreciate the response. Got three guys in there, all armed."

Nodding, Slipstream subtly gestured towards the building. The wind currents swept through both floors of the building telling him everything he needed to know. "Four," he suddenly uttered.

"Huh?"

"There's four men in there, one is in the back setting up some kind of device." Slipstream tried to gesture with his paws his estimate of the mysterious object. " My guess is explosives and they wanted you to storm the building, would have been all over for your men in an instant."

The Sergeant grabbed his forehead with his fingers, "Aw Christ, going to need to get a bomb unit here ASAP. Certainly can't let my guys enter now."

"You're right, your men can't enter." Before he could question his words, Slipstream bolted towards the building. The wind that had gathered at his feet had accelerated his pace considerably, and the swirling vortexes around his paws were charging for a full frontal attack. Slipstream grinned as he neared and saw the panicked look on the mobsters faces, just another day of a hero.

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Art by  fox-die
BOS is by  mojorover
Colmaton is by  train
Slipstream is by me  gamegod210