65...75...85... the speedometer climbed higher and higher as the cruiser was blazing through city streets at breakneck.  Red's foot hammered on the gas, her eyes dead forward with tunnel vision.  The rookie gripped the passenger door handle till his knuckles turned white, all the while feeling as if he was fusing to his seat from the immense speed his partner was driving.

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Sure enough as they drove onto Sycamore, they saw the fleeing purse snatcher and the woman who was possibly the victim of this petty theft.

[b]"That's him!  That's our boy!"[/b]  Michael hollered pointing at the black clad robber.

Rebecca threw the cruiser into a skid slamming on the brakes and threw it in park quickly radioing in.  [color=ed1c24]"This is 172 David!  We have visual on suspect!  Moving to apprehend, over!"[/color]

Suddenly after, both officers piled out brandishing their tasers on the robber, Red yelling to the top of her lungs, [color=ed1c24]"POLICE!  Drop the purse, NOW!"[/color]

But the robber merely looked back and kept on running.  Red huffed angrily, already in pursuit of him.  [color=ed1c24]"Son of a-!  Rookie, you take care of the lady, I'm going after him!"[/color]