[hr][hr] [center][color=9e0b0f][h1]Mya LaCroix[/h1][/color] [img]http://i.imgur.com/RyBVY8F.jpg[/img] [b]Location:[/b] Red Lake Café, then leaving for the Police Department [b]Interacting With:[/b] Aron [/center] [hr][hr] The black silhouette of a BMW X6 came into view as it turned the corner, followed by two NYPD cruisers. The three vehicles pulled over to side and stopped just before a small flat in New York’s less friendly district, four officers revealing themselves from the cruisers followed by a female detective from the black SUV. The detective nodded to the officers, of which two of them moved up to the house and flanked either side of the doorway, the two others slowly going around to the rear. The detective moved up to the door, drawing her Glock 19 from it’s holster and moving to the side of the door. With her off hand, she knocked firmly on the door and shouted out [color=9e0b0f]“NYPD, open up!”[/color] No answer. The officer behind her moved up with a shotgun while the detective and the officer opposite took a few steps back. One shot and the door handle was gone. Two, three. Both hinges. The door fell inwards as the two officers moved in, followed by the detective. Two officers went to the left of the building, through the kitchen and into the bedrooms. The other pair went right into the dining room and living room. This left the basement for the detective. They swept the building and each room with surprising efficiency, before they converged in the main hall once again. No suspect. The officers holstered their weapons and began to search around for evidence throughout the house, while the detective went back to the black BMW. She reached for the radio hooked onto her dash, bring it up to the side of her mouth. [color=9e0b0f]“Bravo 4-9 to Command.”[/color] The detective’s voice was crisp and sharp as she spoke, only saying what needed to be said. [i]“Go ahead Bravo 4-9.”[/i] [color=9e0b0f]“Command, show our unit as 10-97 at the corner of Albert and--”[/color] Three shots rang out from in the house, before a man hopped over the fence beside the house and began to run. [color=9e0b0f]“Command, we have shots fired on location, I am in pursuit of suspect on foot.”[/color] The detective bolted from the vehicle and began to sprint after the potential shooter, the soles of her shoes slamming down on the hot concrete road beneath her. With an effortless movement she vaulted the same fence and began to follow the man, who was now a good 100 feet in front of her. A grin spread across her face. This was going to be fun. Who didn’t love a good game of cat and mouse? [color=9e0b0f]“NYPD, get down on the ground!”[/color] The woman’s voice was stern, yet somehow entertained by the current situation. She continued to run, gaining on him every second that they continued the chase. He turned a corner and disappeared, but she knew the city better. With a quick jump, clamber and roll, she managed to scale a 10 foot stone wall with the assistance of a well placed dumpster and years of practice in chasing suspects. She landed with a quick exhale and a recovery roll before rounding the corner onto the sidewalk. Twenty five feet ahead of her, the man continued to run, though it was now evident that he was beginning to tire. She took the opportunity to shout her warning once again, trying to get any remaining energy out of him. She slowed to a jog, matching the man’s speed before reaching for her radio [color=9e0b0f]“I need a cruiser to intercept at 48th and the freeway in the next 5 minutes!”[/color] She looked up and began to sprint again, easily gaining on the man. This was all part of the plan. The police cruiser would show up just as she took down the suspect, just in time for them to see her catch and give her all the glory. Just how she liked it. Ten feet away. Ten feet till glory. Another shot rang out. The detective’s eyes widened as she went from sprinting, to collapsing onto the front lawn of an everyday suburban home. So much for glory. [color=9e0b0f]“Officer d-down….forty eigh-tth avenue…”[/color] [hr] Mya shook her head out of the past, looking back to the screen of her laptop as her left hand ran over her ribcage where the bullet had entered. The doctors had said it was a miracle that she had survived, but Mya knew otherwise. It boggled her mind that she had decided against a bulletproof vest that day, but that was all in the past anyway. Back to the case at hand. She looked over to the folder spread across the Café’s booth table and examined the pictures, then began to look over the evidence summary of the crime scene. It was a seemingly easy case to solve; The suspect had no alibi for that night, multiple witnesses placed him at the scene and they had enough DNA from the crime scene to clone the man. However, the victim refused to put him at the scene and gave a description completely opposite to the original suspect. Mya shook her head and rubbed her eyes, neatly stacking the papers back up and tucking the folder back away into her bag, before waving over Aron [color=9e0b0f]“Could I get a another coffee? This case has been harder to solve than I expected and I need a little caffeine break.”[/color] She smiled at him and spoke with a kind, but tired voice. Mya looked back to her laptop and glanced to the time. One more hour of work and then she’d go home. No, two...Fine. An hour and a half, meet in the middle. She scrolled through the report for what seemed to be the hundredth time, trying to pick out a detail that would close this whole mess of a case. The words all seemed to melt together on the screen, as if trying to hide any relevant details from the tired detective. Forget it. Mya closed the lid of her laptop and leaned back against the seat of the booth, looking out of the window at her jet black [url=http://strasseforged.com/images/gallery/bmw_x6/bmw_x6_1.jpg]BMW X6[/url], the hidden police lights just barely visible under the grill and on the front of the mirrors. The sun glinted off of the black paint and illuminated the slightly blue colored, bulletproof windows of her vehicle. Mya had had the vehicle since she was promoted to detective first grade. It had been a gift from a rather wealthy client that she had worked a private case for, and had taken the place of a payment in cash. And she loved every bit of it. She looked down and finished the coffee in front of her before leaving a rather hefty tip for the twins and walking outside. Time to go to work.