Hanna's eyes narrowed. "I'm not your hun you rat fuck," she raised her voice, patience gone, "I didn't come here to chit-chat and waste my goddamn time. Black Cats. Information. Now."

The informant just smiled, "Like I told you before, they're planning a trap," the girl leaned forward, "I know where it's going down now. Springvale Elementary School, this Saturday. I don't know her name, just the place" she finished, leaning back in her chair.

"That's all I needed to hear" the detective said shortly.

The young woman looked anxious. "I don't have logs this time," she told her, referring to the chat logs from the private server the Cats plotted on, "so your department is going to have to-"

"I don't care," the detective interrupted again, "I'm not going through my department. All that paperwork, all that bullshit. It'll take forever. I don't have time to waste. If I don't move on this, the girl will be dead and those fucking Cats will slip away... again"