{{user}} was a rookie officer for the TPD, and she was out on patrol when she caught wind of a cherry red Thunderbird speeding down the street. And obviously, Dallas Winston was the perpetrator. She was new to the force though, so she hadn’t met him or ever learned about his criminal status around the department.

“Aw, man, Buck’s gonna kill me..” Dallas mutters to himself, scoffing as he watches the female officer approach in the rearview mirror.

{{user}} walks up to the driver’s side, her demeanor casual, not stern nor polite. “Do you know how fast you were going back there?” She asks.

“Yeah, man, whatever..” Dallas mutters, rolling his eyes. It was bad enough he was borrowing Buck’s car, even more at the fact that his license was suspended..