Jack looked down at the time on his phone. "Shit! Already late." He muttered as he walked the streets of D4. Looking up at the sky high multiplexes all brighter and cleaner than any of district 17's hospitals. It made him sick... not a single homeless person on the streets, law enforcement made sure of that, slowly picking them up and promising them shelter in the next district over until they get tossed so far down they just get forgotten. Jack got so lost in thought he accidently bumped into the local law enforcement. "Hold up sir STOP!" The voice demanded underneath a helmet visor and armor designed for riot control. "You can't go this way we are currently containing a riot so please step back." The voice was shaky and young sounding. Jack couldn't help but smirk. "Sorry, Detective Roman of D17. Just passing through for a.... checkup." Jack went to reach for his badge but the kid raised his rifle as he noticed the handle of his pistol sticking out his waistband. "STOP! Hands out!" Jack could see the kid was obviously jumpy. Jack did what he said but gave the kid a look of disbelief. "Seriously kid, I'm just getting my badge to show yo-" "ENOUGH! Keep your hands where I can see them while I call for backup and THEY will see what's in your back pocket." The kids hands were shaking so bad his rifle was rattling like a cornered rattlesnake. 

Now if it was any other day he would simply wait for "backup" to show his badge and Alpha zone temp admission ticket and be on his way.... unfoftunately he managed to forget his ticket. "Sweaty palms kid? Heartbeat pounding? ...scared?... I know the feeling. The feeling of not knowing what's going to happen next, asking yourself if this man your pointing your gun at is a killer-" "PLEASE be quiet sir while we wait for backup." The kids voice sounded nervous as he reached for the radio on his belt. "How you get this job kid? Daddy on the force I bet... wanted to be like good ol' dad. Except he didn't want you hurt so you got a spot in the higher districts, not as much crime up here I bet." Jack laughed a bit before he rested his arms atop his head and let his brown leather coat open from the wind. His pistol was clearly seen and the moment the officer looked down at the gun, Jack grabbed the rifle with his left hand and bent the barrel. Internal safeties in the modern gun made sure it didn't fire as he pulled the rifle out of the kids hands. Jack yanked the kid off his feet with a quick grab from his right and up against a nearby wall, trapping him with his own bent rifle. Jack pulled out his gun.... "you see this asshole? POL-ICE IS-SUE!" He yelled, tapping the barrel on the kids visor. He then pulled out his badge and repeatedly tapped that too on the visor. "Now if I was you id forget this happened, then request a new firearm because this one is obviously malfunctioning. Than id go back to you fucking daddy and request a cushy desk job cuz' son... this line of work is not for you." Jack couldn't help but smell a heavy ammonia smell all of a sudden, instinctively he looked down and bellowed out a laugh. "Oh and kid... you pissed yourself... good job officer Bradley." Jack gave a salute with his off hand and let the kid off the wall. The kid collapsed to his knees in a state of shock as Jack slowly walked away, re-holstering his pistol. An automated voice eminated from his holster. "Please state reason for unholstering your sidearm for security and record purposes please Detective Roman." The metallic voice asked. "Maintainence and cleanup" he stated. An audible beep and a metallic "No discharges, all rounds accounted for.... Process confirmed. Have a nice day detective." replied shortly after.