Shiro fitted his shotgun back into the folds of his trench coat in one fluid motion, went over and picked up the offender's body, and threw it into a dumpster in the back. Luckily, it seemed everyone was more preoccupied with the car crash than the fox shooting the offender. He slipped into a back alley and navigated back towards where Kitt was. He hoped his boss would understand, he knew the Kid wouldn't last two minutes. Shiro liked Kitt, and he wouldn't want Justine to lose a mate for life the second day off of work. He moved back to where a cop was walking by, and went the other direction, where he saw a maintenance worker, badly dressed, fiddling with a light fixture.
*Lucky cops are so dumb* he thought to himself. He wandered up down the steps, and saw one of the cops walking by. Shiro grabbed the garrote from his pocket, waited till there were no witnesses, and choked the life out of the cop. It was unethical, but the cops 'round here didn't run with the Gambino's anymore. One missing... Shiro looked down and saw... dachshund cop was the least of their worries. With the whole Nazi threat, one more missing might be a good thing. Plus, rifling through his jacket pockets while putting them on, he found a Nazi Swastika.
*Heh, i should be a hero in stead of a crook...* he thought, grinning.
He put on the jacket, took the man's badge... a normal cop, it so happened, and put on his hat. He looked in the mirror, and he looked like any other cop. No name on the badge, so he didn't have to worry about identification. He came down the hallway, and knocked on the door. Opening it, he saw Kitt, still fiddling.
"You got some business here?" He said in a low voice, winking at Kitt when he looked up.