The police officer had been on the scene for less than a few minutes before he was contemplating wanting a cigarette as this crime scene was career suicide. No concrete witnesses, hardly any evidence of what killed the guy, and the camera angles were hazy on everything except the rats dropping in from off-screen, as he was about to turn to Vickers and say something he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. The robotic units sprang into action as well, which means they detected something abnormal about the man in front of him, so it had to be a parahuman no doubt about it. [color=violet]”Hey you hands up, and above your head! Do not attempt to resist.” [/color] Chester shouted, the robotic units only echoed his statement for the strange man to put his hands above his head. Gun’s were drawn, and clearly aimed at the man any funny business would probably be met with a hail of gunfire. Hopefully, the perp knew that, and wouldn’t try anything funny like running away. 

William stood up slowly, his hands visible as he did so. “Look, I don’t know what you think I did but Brutus, the enforcer for the Church of Para just tossed me-” William pointed down the alleyway he had came from. “-If you’re quick you can get him, I can be on my way. Everyone is happy.” He made sure to throw a croak in his voice. He did his best to look the same, despite being homeless, but he hoped that maybe, [i]maybe[/i] the officer hadn’t recognised him. Disguising his voice just meant that the robot couldn’t use voice recognition, and instead needed to get close enough to perform a facial or fingerprint scan. At that point, he could getaway. He [i]had[/i] to getaway. He had been on the job long enough after the Tower explosion to know what happened to Paras. They got carted away by Lorne, no paper trail and never heard from again.

The officers looked at one another, Brutus was on the most wanted list. But this might be too good to be true, this guy could be bait to lure them in after prime prey, and get themselves captured, maybe even just murdered for a message. He sent one of the robotic units down the alleyway that the criminal had said they had encountered Brutus in if anything happened to it the thing would send out an alarm to every cop in the area to converge on its location. [color=violet]”L-4, did you get a positive id on this guy?”[/color] Chester asked, his voice masked by the helmets voice disguise. “Negative, detective. Voiceprint unable to be recognized, suggest moving in for facial, or fingerprint recognition. Confirm directive.”
[color=violet]”Confirmed, move on in.” He addressed the man now. [color=violet]”Clearly the machine recognized something about you, so if you have priors or something I'm sure it can be worked out. But if you just admitted to working with para’s I doubt that’s it. But if you come peacefully I'll put in a good word for you. Okay?” [/color] With that cleared up, the robotic unit moved in closer to the man trying to get a scan. 

William swore under his breath as he started backing away. “Listen. I didn’t confess to working with a Para. Don’t twist my words. I confessed to getting [i]attacked[/i] by a Para. There’s a difference.” He stopped backing up but kept his face low to make a facial recognition scan as hard as possible. He’d have to come in close for a fingerprint, and that's when he’d get him.

The man was backing away, so the two detectives tightened the grip on their pistols. Chester set his for a three-round burst, in case things were about to get hairy with just a quick, practised flick to the side of his piece. When the robot got close enough it reached out for the criminal, and it probably wasn’t going to be gentle with identifying the man, if it did get a grab on him. 

As the robot moved to grab him William used his knowledge in its systems to his advantage. He placed his hand on its faceplate pouring all the heat he could manage through his palm into its face. Melting away it’s faceplate and corrupting the systems within the robot leaving it a husk. He then grabbed its torso and held it between him and the officers as a body shield waiting for the inevitable attack from the officers. He shouted from behind the robot. “Look. I don’t want to hurt anyone. I know Lorne and Backup are on their way, and with the region of the city we’re in it’ll be about two minutes before they turn up! I’d like to leave now please!”

“You aren’t going anywhere, freak!” Vickers shouted, but Chester had other ideas his current clip had enough for four, three round bursts, before he would have to reload, more than enough to get his point across, but also to keep his ability hidden. He fired three bursts widy, like a rookie on a range, but his mind had calculated that these shots would miss his target, his last burst on the other hand one round would bounce off a street sign, and if he had calculated it fast enough it would find itself into the soft flesh of his calf. To most it would be a one in a million lucky shot, to him it was just how his para ability worked, he didn’t know how but it did. He hoped Lorne medics, would treat the guy when they came, and grabbed him. 

Standard procedure dictated that right now they were shooting to contain, not to kill. As the gunshots rang out William dove for the nearby alley. What he wasn’t expecting was that one of the bullets would hit him despite his cover. He swore as his roll and dive turned into a fall and he cracked his elbow against the pavement. It wasn’t broken but it was going to bruise. He stood up again, wincing as he went to put weight on his left leg, bending it at the knee so all of his weight was on his right. He was acutely aware that he was bleeding out, and running was out of the question. His heart raced as adrenaline was pumping through his body. Subconsciously with the option of flight being removed his body wanted to fight.

His body temperature rose, red swirls in his eyes as he looked at the officers. “I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

The criminal made a dive, but he wouldn’t be able to go far, and even then their helmets would be able to pick up on the tiniest droplets of blood the perp left behind on the scene. But instead, he looked like he was getting ready to turn, and fight. Vickers looked at the perp, and began to speak. “That’s too bad, we want to hurt yo-” 
[color=violet]”Shut the fuck up Vickers. Listen man we don’t want to hurt you either, but how far are you gonna make it with that hurt leg? Even if you get it treated, and you go back to the streets you’re gonna get taken advantage of until it heals. Lorne is gonna seem like paradise compared to what criminals are gonna do to you when they detect weakness. So do the right thing. Put your hands above your head, and turn around, you said so yourself back up is already on the way.” [/color]

William sat down on the sidewalk, sighing as he did so. “Fine. Though you’re wrong about one thing.” He raised a finger, a flame similar to that of a blowtorch came out of his finger and he grimaced as he placed it beside his wound. Burning it closed, stopping any further bleeding. “Anyone want a smoke while we wait for my life to end?”

“Didn’t you arrest a perp, that had fire powers earlier today, CJ?” Vickers asked, Chester shook his head. [color=violet]“Similar, but the other guy had combustion powers, and if he stored up enough energy he could explode like a bomb, that’s what took out the shop.” [/color] Both of them sighed, and Chester quickly pulled a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it, before handcuffing the parahuman. “Wait a moment, I know this guy, are you Locke? You were top of my class at the academy!” Vickers, asked the man. The sounds of sirens were getting closer, as they helped the man up off the ground. 

William groaned as he was lifted up off the ground. Trying his best to keep the weight off his bad leg. He may have stopped the bleeding but it still hurt like a bitch. He winced as one of the two recognised him. It was going to happen sooner or later. “Yeah. That’s me alright. So when do the suits get here?”

“They can wait a bit.” Vickers said. Then he delivered a right hook to the side of Locke’s head. “This is for burnin the station you fuck!” He shouted, he went in for another blow, but Chester quickly moved both Locke, and himself out of the way. Then he gently set Locke on a fall to the ground, before stepping into the other officers instep, and pushing him over onto his back. [color=violet]”Get a hold of yourself man! We’re cops, not animals! Our job is to enforce the law, not take it into our own fucking hands. Now go wait your ass in the cruiser, I don’t wanna see your face until this one is down the road.” [/color] With that said, and the other officer grumbling as he walked back to the cruiser, Chester helped Locke up, and escorted him back down the alley. [color=violet]”Sorry about that, guy has no brain sometimes.”[/color] He stated. He sighed, behind the helmet it sounded oddly sinister. [color=violet]”Sometimes we like to think we’re above the law, but you’d know all about that wouldn’t you? Using violence to achieve your means, turning the other way for the bad guys. Your file comes across our desk sometimes. Gotta say you’re famous around our precinct. So bravo.”[/color] This was said with barely veiled contempt, but there would be no beating to follow this, no nothing. Just the sound of their footsteps, as he marched him toward his doom. 

William spat out blood. “You know I could have hurt a lot of people the day I ran. I didn’t. I never let the killers go, the murderers. You can’t win every fight, you have to be selective. I’ve made my mistakes, I’ve paid for it in full, or at least I thought I had.” He winced as he put too much weight on his bad leg. “You know, I never asked for any of this. If I had my way, I'd still be cleaning the streets of scum. Instead a freak accident makes me a criminal.” He gave a smirk, which looked decidedly menacing with blood trailing out of his mouth. “Seems fair to me.”

[color=violet]”You are a cop, doesn’t matter if you aren’t one now, you always will be a cop as soon as you pick up the badage, and even when it’s gone. You don’t get to be above the law, you don’t get to pick what laws you enforce. As officers of the law we should be twice as susceptible to the law, because we have to set the precedent. You forgot that long before you graduate, and you’re a disgrace to the badge you wore. But you should know now, it’s nothing personal I’m just here to enforce the law, and if putting you away is the law, then I guess I'll have to follow it.”[/color] He said his speech with much force behind it, one could hear his jaw tightening behind his helmet.

As they reached the end of the alleyway, there was more Lorne agents than when he arrested his last perp, the one without hair looked at him, and Chester was sure that if the agent had eyebrows they’d be raised. [color=violet]”One condition before he goes, and then I'll hand him over.” [/color] He stated to the agent, who clearly granted it with a slight nod, the least the agent could do for him catching two parahumans in one day. With a quick jog Chester returned to his cruiser, and opened his aid kid pulling out a canister of medical foam. With practiced hands he applied it. The foam would harden forming both a splint, and if the wound was still open it would have sealed it, the chemicals inside it also acted as a pain reliever to the area making whatever it touched feel slightly numb. [color=violet]”He’s all yours, just be nice to em. He might be parahuman scum, but he was still one of us.”[/color] With that said, they tucked Locke into the back of the van, and Chester watched as they closed the doors. For a brief moment, he couldn’t help but see himself in the man, but that thought was pushed down, so he could get back to work. 

 
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[@Enalais] and [@Sep][/hider]