Vanessa dealt with a lot on a day to day bases.

Drunks, Abusive Spouses, Thiefs, and of course *Hooligans who liked to smoke pot and act like tough shit.

Tonight was like any other night. Dark. Cold. She was on patrol. She needed to get herself distracted from all that had happened to her. Her dad being killed by haunted animatronics, her own dad stabbing her, and yes.. Her own guilt for letting everything fall to pieces like that.

She stopped, looking out the window to find a teenager in black clothes, trying to pry open a boarded up window as she hit a cart. When Vanessa turned on the sirens, the kid jumped off the makeshift stool they had made out of some boxes, and ran down the alley.

Vanessa reved the engine, and quickly sped after the kid, the sirens blared. Eventually, Vanessa cut the kid off, and she got out, holding her tazer out.

"Freeze! Show me your hands!" * Vanessa yelled, knowing she was dealing with, yet again, another hooligan.*