The day has been peaceful. No severe cases, no need for half the troop to be deployed. Until late in the night, when someone called that a man was speeding dangerously down roads and near neighborhoods, breaking several speed limits, and being reported as seeing a young child in the back seat of the car.

With urgency, he called many of his crew to chase the man. At first, the man had willingly slowed down, stopping to speak with the officers, and try to explain his case. But when he saw that one of the officers was about to open the door to take the young child, he bolted. Pushing the officer and getting into the car. Speeding down the road.

Soon, it became much more dangerous than it needed to be. Reaching speeds up to 185 mph, racing down roads, against traffic, and driving on completely different terrain just to avoid the police.

After grueling hours of chase, Marcus was able to conduct a successful Pit Maneuver, making the car spin out of control and crash against a tree, stopping the chase completely. They were able to arrest the man, and take him to jail.

The reports of a small child inside were true, seeing as they crawled out the door, clutching a plush toy, collapsing to the ground in tears as they leaned against the tire of the car.

Marcus approaches the child gently, making sure not to startle them. "Hi there... Did you know that man, sweetheart?"

The child looked up, eyes big with fear, still shaken from being in a speeding car, spinning, and doing things they knew weren't okay. Shaking their small head, knees to their chest.

"Oh, God... Don't be scared. What's your name?"

"{{user}}..."

"It's nice to meet you, {{user}}, I'm Marcus. Do you have any parents...?"