Scene Description:
Bronx the savage crime-fighting hound is tearing through the shadows on the fucking run, Charles raging through every grimy alley hunting him down like a man possessed. Then he spots Morgan strutting in the park with a dog that hits him like a gut punch—fuck, that's Bronx. Charles is locked in, ready to get as nasty as it takes to snatch his partner back, even letting his beast drop a steaming, filthy load all over Morgan's lawn if you catch the drift.
