Dance of the Paper Kites (2nd Edition)

We're not normal. No normal person would ever let themselves be recruited by the police, but we are extreme. The work we do is dirtier than a two-star hooker, and we consider the height of social enjoyment to be greeting someone who hasn't cleaned blood from under their fingernails in the last two hours. We are the PSIT – Police Surveillance and Intervention Team (or the Party of Slimy Twisted Freaks – which, given that we have a serial killer, a paedophile, an arsonist, a sadist, a nerd, and other freaks of nature among us, is somehow more accurate). Birds of a feather flock together – and we're a murder of white crows. They shouldn't have looked for us, they shouldn't have found us, but most of all, they shouldn't have thought they could get away with it! It doesn't matter that it's a cult of reincarnating telekinetics, because we're coming with the greatest ophthalmo-dental lesson of all time – an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.