When a warrant predicament erupts in the centre of Clappers Wreake, usually a human has the tactful refinement to defuse a simmering incident before it boils over in to a meal of gorcery and bloodshed: Detective Inspector Hector. He's all they've got. Literally. All the other negotiators are dead. Hector has a selection to make: bring out the terrorist's curiously charitable demands, or watch as his associate officers are picked off a by one. Hector's still on the fence.Stagger a inebriated mile by the Crime Capital of Britain in the size 9s of Detective Inspector Hector: segment criminalist, segment kebab-fiend, all cop.Do all the things you've dreamed about: strike a bum with a crowbar, rob a young man's trousers, flog a heroin drug dependant in to a card box, come in a porn emporium without embarrassment, bring a planner handbag... all in the name of justice, and all in fantastic ground-breaking 2D.
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