"FREEZE FUCKER" Rachel Morris shouted as she jumped over the fence. Sadly, but not surprisingly it had the reverse effect. Instead of freezing, the suspect just kept running.
Morris took off after him. She had just walked into the local corner shop only to find that it was in the middle of a hold up. As she walked in, the guy took off out the back exit, and Morris immediately followed suit. Gun drawn and chasing him down. After all, this was the reason she joined the force.
She was hardly dressed for the chase. Black suit, white blouse, but at least she had flat shoes on. Although right now she would would have killed to have her Reebok's on. Who would have thought the morning journey to work would have been so exciting. In fact if the Starbucks across the road hadn't been so busy, she would have missed all the fun.
She was gaining on him. He was a big boy. Five foot eight at a guess, and probably the same wide too. In fact she was surprised how fast this fat fuck could run.
"IM NOT GOING TO TELL YOU AGAIN." She shouted once more at him. "FREEZE OR I WILL BLOW YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!" She had never been one for pleasantries, especially while chasing down scum.
She was less then four feet from him. If she hadn't been in her suit, she would have tackled him to the floor. But seeing as it had cost her a weeks wage, she thought better of it.
'Fuck it she thought.' Stopping running, she drew her gun back and in one fluid motion, threw it straight and true. The sound of metal hitting flesh could be heard. Not the most pleasant of sounds at the best of times. The guy went down hard, hitting his face on the floor. For a brief second she thought she had killed him. She would never live that down in the station. Killing a suspect by throwing your gun at his head. But then he moved. His hand lifting up to the back of his head, obviously in pain. She didn't waste a second. She flipped him over and pinned him to the floor by sitting on his chest.
"You do not have to say anythingβ¦you dumb fuck" she said to him, "But it may harm your defence if do not mention something when questioned, that you later rely on in court. Although judging by your cholesterol you will be fucking lucky to get that far. Anything you say may be given in evidence, so if I was you, I wouldn't say shit." True, it wasn't quite the correct wording, but it got the job done none the less.
"Urgh" was all the guy managed.
Morris whipped out her cuff's and cuffed his hands in front of him. She took her phone from her pocket and dialled.
"Hello." came a voice at the other end of the line.
"Where the fuck are you?" Morris asked quickly, still out of breath a little.
"Good morning to you too partner!" Came the reply. "As cheerful as ever I see. Im at the station. Why? Where the 'Fuck' are you?" The mocking on the word 'fuck' brought a sly smile to Morris's face.
"I have just caught Moby-fucking-Dick" Morris replied, finally getting off the mans chest. Letting him breath again. "I need you to send down a van to pick him up. And also I need some coffee. With a shit load of cream, and a shit load of sugar."
The voice at the end of the line laughter a little. "No problem. Anything else? Doughnuts? Sandwich? Ice Cream?" The voice laughed again.
"Ha ha" Morris mocked. "You might as well get your ass down here too. We have to talk to the store clerk Moby just robbed, and get the CCTV.
"OK, OK. Im on my way, and a van is currently being dispatched now. Got your location from your call. The van will be there in around ten minutes."
"Good.' Morris said. "Oh, and Anderson?"
"Yeah?" Anderson replied.
"I'm not fucking joking about the coffee."
Anderson laughed as he put the phone down. Morris had finally caught her breath. Tucking her blouse back in to her trousers where it had come untucked during the chase. Re hoistering her gun. She looked down at the guy she had just caught.
"You had better have stolen some deodorant. Because I fucking stink."
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