"Nah, I see 'em," Matias responded over his radio, bringing his cruiser to the nearest available section of street parking. He checked his reflection in the mirror before getting out of the car, making sure he looked the part of a don't fuck with me officer before dealing with the disturbance.

It was more or less routine. Someone called in a disturbance near the Valencia Bakery, probably finally getting fed up with some drunk shouting incoherently at somebody who was reportedly just trying to walk away.

Drunk and disorderly, public intox, disturbing the peace... He already had a list of charges planned for something as common as an angry drunk doing angry drunk things.

Swinging open the door, he stepped out onto the sidewalk and slid his sunglasses on as he approached, taking inventory of the situation and the people involved.