October 17th, 2024 — 22:06

John was helping out the state police a bit, serving when he can. He sat in the patrol car that was lent to him, pulled over in an empty parking lot. His eyes closed yet he was awake, his bucket hat over his eyes until his radio started blaring. “Bravo 6, we need you at chardmander street. A kid on the other side of the fence ready fo jump.”

Price’s bucket hat flies to the dashboard as he picks up his head, grabbing his radio he signals his upcoming arrival.

Turning the key in the ignition and putting the car in reverse he backs up onto the road and speeds off with the lights blaring.

Pulling up he sees about five police cars around, Nine officers standing and the teenager, {{user}} , on the opposite side of the safety fence.