"I just caught a common car thief," Sgt. Masters replied. A cigarette butt dangled from the corner of his mouth. He dropped the smoldering butt and slithered over it, his weight and the rubberized gripping treads of the lower part of his uniform extinguishing it.
"Well, let's go on our night tour shall we?" Dr. Zanasiu said.
"Mind if I come along?" Neville asked. He was leaning against a lamppost near the van.
"Sure Mr. Ivers." Dr. Zanasiu then turned to the group. "Everyone, I would like you to meet Neville Ivers, former head of Pelvanida security,"
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Meanwhile, the Dobermann woman who had previously called 911 was writing everything down on a notepad. She was sitting alone on a bench.
She then returned to her car, a late model luxury sedan with heavily tinted windows.
There, she removed her jacket and wiped her face. It was then revealed that the "Dobermann woman" was really a male German Shepherd.
He then drove out of the parking lot.