Snippet #2468796

It had been almost two years since Captain Travis Dane had sat in a patrol car and it took him a moment to settle his duty belt comfortably on his waist as he tried to lean back in the passenger side of the car. His driver, one of the district patrol sergeants, watched him with some amusement as he fought to get settled.

"Being a desk jockey does have its drawbacks after all I guess." He said with a grin that turned to a chuckle as Dane glared at him.

"Just drive there Jeeves. Let me worry about myself." Said Dane as he finally got his pistol settled where he could still reach it, sat back and clipped his seatbelt into place. "We've got bigger issues than my fat ass back in a squad car."

The Sergeant nodded and put the car into gear, pulling out of the 13th Precinct parking lot, the flashing red and blues on the top of the car reflecting eerily in the fog as they sped towards the river front. As they drove Dane pulled a small map from his pocket showing the area of responsibility for his officers.

"We've got four bridges to cover between the rivers mouth, the beach and the western part of the city. I can't imagine he will make his way into a more or less dead end like that. We've got road blocks up on the bridge, patrols along the water front and I hear they've got the river patrol out there as well so that ought to keep him south of the river."

He paused as the radio burst into life, a report from the south side stating that the remains of the fugitives jumpsuit had been found and that all officers could expect the man to be wearing civilian clothes. Dane acknowledged the transmission and then switched to the local channel.

"This is Charlie 001, all units be aware that the suspect has changed his clothing and may be dressed as a civilian. You are to stop all civilians you encounter and approach with extreme caution. If they fail to comply with your orders, use of force is authorized. If they attempt to flee, lethal force is authorized. Ensure you inform them of these options during your approach. Charlie 001, out."

He put the radio mic back in its cradle and then tucked the map back into his pocket. He could find his way around the 13th with his eyes closed but given who they were looking for, he wanted them both on the streets tonight.