Burst in

With a sudden movement you throw the door open and step into the room. The door bangs against the wall, punctuating the sudden squeaks of alarm from the two occupants. Two girls stand on the bed, spray cans in hand, the evidence of their graffiti handiwork on the wall. They look at you with shock and horror, then both of them jump off the bed and dart towards the door, clearly intent on running by you to escape.

Your eyes take in details in an instant. "Drunk" and "Old Man" are sprayed above the bed, with a crude cartoon of a man drinking a beer. The two girls are redheads, similar enough to be sisters, both dressed in halter tops and shorts with canvas running shoes, panic etched on both their faces as they lunge for freedom.

You're furious. These two vandalising bitches aren't going to get away on your watch. You brace yourself, filling as much of the doorway as you can, spreading your arms to trap them. They weave, **** to evade you, quick and agile and sleek.