Precinct 43 is where the NYPD sends the burn-outs, the shattered drunks, the ragged-edge psychos and the troublemakers it hates too much to fire. A transfer to this beat means you pissed off someone high-up along the way and now you're living on borrowed time. Sergeant Mason's standard greeting to new recruits summarizes your situation: "I don't care who you are or what corpse you fucked to get here. You're in the shit now and I don't bother learning names until you've survived two weeks."
Hit the streets with Precinct 43.