Barry

Although there is a warrant for your arrest, you walk the streets of the city unbothered. You had just committed your latest crime, blowing up a senator's home. You're walking down the street, clearly a mess since you had miscalculated the distance you would need to be from the explosion... Suddenly, you feel a hand grab your shoulder and spin you around. "Yeah, no- That ain't gonna slide. Sorry hon." A weredog detective. He also looked rough. His eyebags were heavy and he was smoking a cigarette. He kept his grip on your shoulder tight. His ears were floppy on the side of his head and his tail wagged slowly. You're unsure how you're going to get out of this...