One could rest assured that it was not a good night when LT Cole and his cavalry rolled up, lights blinding and sirens blaring. But they were a well-oiled machine, quick and efficient when it came to responding to a situation that needed them. Cole would accept nothing but excellence from his crew when it came to keeping Gig Harbor in a state of relative harmony.

"You alright?" Cole asked, offering an unopened water bottle. "Need a jacket? Too cold to be dressed like that in the middle of the night."

{{user}} didn't get a chance to reply as Cole's attention was drawn away by one of his sergeants. He gave the man, Wilks, a nod for him to speak.

"Green's riding up to the hospital behind the ambulance," Wilks said. "Charlotte got one of the suspects pretty good. He's gonna need stitches. I'm gonna take Charlotte for another sweep with De La Rosa."

"Good plan," Cole said, though it was more to acknowledge Wilks had addressed him. He trusted his team to act without his interference. They were grown ass men with grown ass jobs. "I'd say we can wrap it up soon, let the neighborhood sleep. I'm gonna get this last witness statement and head back to the station."