-Rocket-jumps to the next building, still running-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-the rest of the Swat team also fire with Rubber bullets-
-Rook's cop- I'm sorry, Sir. It's just standard protocol when dealing with someone leaving the scene of a crime. We need to make identity checks to see whether they're not someone impersonating an officer.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postGAH!
-Aims his cane-
What's your game here?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-prepares the hand-cuffs- You won't have anything to worry about if you're telling the truth. It's just a quick check back at the HQ.
Nothing to worry about.
-the others have their guns ready still-
-the SWAT Team are knocked off onto their asses-
-a net is fired at Dog from behind, as another SWAT team moves up behind him-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postOh, so that's how you want to play it?
Fine. Predictable rooftop showdown it is.
-Fires-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Rook gets escorted into the back of a police car-
-Dog's SWAT group-
-the heavily armored one walks up to him on the floor- Al right. Taze him 'till he's unconscious. Then get him back to HQ for questioning.
-and so, began the Tazers-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postGod fucking dammit!
-one of the rookies turns to the commanding officer- What do we do now?
... Anyone got a vacuum cleaner for the smoke?
-they each shake their heads- Then he's going to get away. Hopefully the other squads are having more success.
-the Heavily armored one chuckles a little- Really? Then maybe you'll agree to peaceful co-operation?
edited 23rd May '14 8:21:07 PM by RegularDefender
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Fires three more in quick succession-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Can't let you do that.
Here are the terms that you're going to follow: You come with us back to the station. We lock you up for a bit, until you can appeal to be released. Hell- maybe we'll let you out with a bail or a fine if you can convince us.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

-sprints after him-
-just takes a running leap over the edge of the building, not slowed down in the least-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI