It takes all her restraint to keep Vivian from striking the grin off the suspect's face. He was a man of average height and weight. He is dressed in simple clothes with no notable logo or anything to make him stand out. It was his eyes that would give him away, something in them that a normal citizen would not have. It made Vivian uneasy, what has this man seen? With Sanson acting as backup and providing light, Vivian approaches the man. Her gun remains aim as she circles the kneeling man until she is behind him. 
"Move, and we will use force, Understand?" Sanson gives a nod and Vivian holsters her gun. The pair of handcuffs come out of a pocket looped around her belt, they catch and shine in the torch light. In one swift motion, Vivian Forces the man's hands behind his back with a roughness she wouldn't usually use on suspects. Once secure, Sanson helps Vivian pull him to his feet and the two escort him out of the barn. 

Wailing sirens echo in the distance, breaking the unnerving silence the officers had arrived to. But the world seem to grow colder, clouds had gather, shutting out the moon and the first few snowflakes began to fall. 
"Snow storm, they said it was going to be rough." Sanson mutters, though the comment was more to himself. Vivian pays him no mind; she leads the suspect to the hood of the cruiser and leans him against it. The pat down was textbook and done with a swiftness that Vivian had learned courtesy of the academy. Meanwhile, Sanson had pulled a bundle of plastic baggies from the trunk. 

"Three weapons, a haunting knife, handgun, 10 gage shotgun, sawed off barrel." She says out-loud the items while her partner seals them inside of the baggies, "Leather wallet, three hundred in cash, two credit cards, and an I.D. Jim Hendrix....hilarious" Vivian spits out the word with sarcasm. AS the sirens grow closer, painting the world in blue and red, Vivian turns the suspect around to face him. She meets his pale eyes with a stare bright and furious like a wildfire. "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used..." the words fall from her lips without any real emotion. Around them, the wind begins to howl as the snow falls in fat flakes. It was going to be one hell of a storm.