The eagle is one of the most fearsome birds of prey on the planet.
Large in span and powerful in build, they are often referred to as the king of all birds – and for good fockin reason.
These majestic animals come equipped with a heavy head and beak which are hooked for ripping flesh from prey. Their legs are muscular and their talons are strong, making them a deadly predator indeed.
Of all their impressive assets, however, the most powerful of them are their extraordinary eyes which exhibit a visual acuity up to four times that of humans.
With this kind of range in its locker, the eagle is able to spot its prey from high above before expanding its enormous wings and swooping in for the inevitable kill.
Often, this artist-like ambush is impossible to avoid. The eagle strikes with such skill, stealth and precision that its victim barely knows he is there.
It is imperative, therefore, that one assails upon the eagle before the eagle assails upon them.
Olympus is but a barren wasteland of tiny game birds, many of whom lie unsuspectingly in wait as the APD’s own, little eagle, swarms menacingly above them.
With his plumes puffed out and his wingspan widely stretched, he sails across the different levels of Arcadia adorning a badge of honour which he wears proudly on his feathery chest.
This shiny badge was bestowed upon him by the Baron, Zeus himself, as a token of his confidence in the little eagle’s ability to keep law and order across our native land.
With this symbol of the Baron’s trust comes the endorsement of his own, personal freedom to roam this city as he sees fit, circling above and lunging down on his credulous victims below.
But for eager and dare I say feverish birdies such as the little eagle, it is vital, before long, that one of his targets assails upon it before it assails upon them.
And come Clash of the Titans, Specialist Cade, Big Slim happily obliges to do just that on behalf of all those you have snatched in your claws.
You see, Jack, just because you wear that golden insignia on your sleeve doesn’t for one moment suggest to me that you are the free man you think you are.
If anything at all, it implies quite the opposite; that embellishing such an emblem can only represents one thing.
That you belong to the Baron, and that you serve Arcadia under his watch.
On Monday night, Jacky Boy, ol’ Drexl can free you from your bindings and in turn save the people of Arcadia from your deadly talons.
I’ll pull a pair of pliers and clip your wings, little eagle.
I’ll rip that medallion straight off your back and make me a nice new fockin tooth out of it, ya feel?
You see, kid, the lowest common denominators around here, like me, are tired of being told what to do by white boys like you.
Around here? We’re used to policing ourselves.
We don’t need the law, homie, because we are the law, and as you’ll soon find out about me…
I’m a law all unto myself.