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</div></div><br/>" Oh oh oh. Do you remember this one?"<br/>Hitty.<i>Police Constable 1442 Hitman,</i>shouted out from his lazily slouched position at the very back of the, '<i>Fun bus</i>'.<i> A 2010 Police Mercedes Sprinter van, that was <b>way </b>past it's recommended mileage and on it's very last legs for it's up and coming MOT check. If it were a horse, you'd shoot the fucking thing just to put it out of it's misery.</i><br/><br/>" Ah haa, The kid's loved this back in the millennium. Would constantly play it for my girls...<i>before they became little assholes</i>," Rightly grumbling the last snippet of his amused expression, the 51 year old, bald, heavy set father of three, used the pad of his chubby right pointer finger to press the play button of a Youtube video, that he had just spent 5 minutes trying to look up on his partially battered iPone 11.<br/><div style="text-align: right"><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div></div>It took a couple of seconds for the video to begin playing, before the van full of police officers then suddenly burst into life. " HA Tune!"  Ishaan.<i>Police Constable 1532 Sen-Sharma</i>, contributed with a muffled howl.  His mouth still half full of partly chewed chicken chow mien, from the take-away that they had stopped off to collect, around half an hour ago. From towards the middle of the van; Where the two newest recruits were huddled,<i>PC 1992 Evans and PC 1998 Taylor. </i>Tweedle dee and Tweedle dum<i> as they were otherwise know. </i>Came a bellowing of absolutely terrible singing. " You Know which dog's bark! The best way to the park! " They performed, sounding like two cats that had just been thrown together in a sack, and kicked about. Even the Sergeant,<i>Sgt 921 John Campbell </i>joined in, whom at this time was bobbing his head along in the driver's seat.<br/><br/>" Oi oi, we'll have to sign you two up for the next Britian's got Talent!" Hitty guffawed, waiting until the little hedgehog's on his cracked phone screen sang out their last ' Ooo,ooo, ooo' and then he brought the song to an abrupt end, by closing the app with another press from his slightly greasy finger. " Alright Proctor. We'll drop you off here..." John announced from over his shoulder, pulling the reflective marked van, over to the curb. Fauna has been sat quietly all this time, conveniently nearest to the van's sliding door, absently flicking through Instagram on her phone. When she had heard her line manager's words, her head lifted in a brief moment of curious surprise.<br/>" What? " The young blonde questioned, clearly having had just been in her own little world for the last 10 or so minutes. " You've got foot patrol Filly!" Hitty jeered, earning a low mocking taunt from the rest of the team on the van.<br/><br/>" Foot patrol?" Fauna questioned, looking rather perplexed as her uniquely mismatched eyes then shifted to glance out of the raindrop splattered window. " But it's pissing down!!"<br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/jpg-png.139997/" title="jpg.png">
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<br/>​</div>" You should have your waterproof's in your kit bag!"  Tweedle dee,<i> PC Evans</i>, playfully chipped in. Now stationary, the Sgt cut the engine with the turn of his key and proceeded to twist his upper body, peering around to Fauna with an almost sympathetic look, upon his lightly wrinkled face. " It's your turn tonight kid. The Inspector want's a high visibility presence in and around the back alleys of the unit's on Playmoor. Been a couple of reports about drug dealing and prostitution"<br/><br/>" Prostitution? There ya go Faun, a little bit of overtime for you!" PC Taylor responded, following on with a joint wave of laughter from a few other's in the van. With a grimace and quick roll of her eyes, Fauna huffed and begrudgingly packed away her dinner; a plastic container of half eaten white rice and another of mushroom chow mien. " Atta girl! Throw on your Hi-Vis jacket over your stab vest. And don't let the rain get into your radio. It'll fuck up your code zero button, and I don't want the civilians up in coms loosing their shit again tonight." John snickered, starting to feel slight strain from his position, so he twisted himself back around in his seat and waited for Fauna to collect her things and exit the vehicle.<br/><br/>A few typical text book remarks of misogyny and sexism were playfully made as the 26 year old hurried to pull on her waterproof trousers over her tactical ones. She then checked over her stab and utility vest, before plucking up her Hi-Vis and awkwardly shifting about to try and shrug it on. When Fauna was finally done, she grabbed her standard issue bowler hat, that fashioned the Metropolitan police crest, and then moved reluctantly over to the side door. " We will pick you back up from this spot in about an hour. Any issues, just call up on the radio..." The Sergeant added in a mumble, now with his own cheeks full of special fried rice.<br/><br/>" Yeah yeah..." She huffed, fiddling with the door mechanism for a moment and then using a good amount of effort, she slid the door open and stepped out into the cold, wet street. " Gah! Hurry up woman! The rain's getting in!" Hitty protested, recoiling in his seat as a few chilling drops were carried into the warmth of the vehicle by a passing gust. As soon as Fauna's boots had met the puddled concrete, the van door was slammed behind her and the engine growled back to life.<br/><br/>The poor young woman didn't even have time to press the foot patrol code on her chest mounted radio, before the sprinter then sped off, heading in the direction of the city centre. " Fucking assholes..." Fauna grumbled, although it came across more of a whine as she set herself to the correct code and then pulled her large, police issued, reflective rain coat, tighter around herself.<div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/0_cor_mga_120320mgaarmed_02jpg-jpg.140004/" title="0_COR_MGA_120320mgaarmed_02JPG.jpg">
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</div><br/>Foot patrol? on a late shift? She should be finishing work at 3am... and it was already 2!<br/>The sergeant could bet his sorry ass that she was going to put in an overtime claim for this. With her right hand, she pulled the brim of her hat down a little more to help shield her pale face from the barrage of raindrops. Only now wishing that she had brought her gloves, since her hands were already feeling discomfort from the cold. With quick steps, she ambled into the entrance of the first alley and then tugged out her NEBO Redline X torch. The ones that the force issue you are completely useless and they run out of battery after only a couple of uses. That's why Fauna went and brought her own. At least then she wouldn't have to worry about being caught in the dark during an incident or such...<br/><br/>Thumb switching the torch on, she held it up to light her way. Paying fairly little attention to rubbish around her. Used, crumpled condoms on the floor. Rubbish of all sorts of description. Used needles... and even faeces. Human or fox? well... put this way, those mounds would be pretty damn impressive for a fox.<br/><br/>Before long, she found herself coming up to the first lot of units. 1 to 8 on lot number 15. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary... that was... until she approached the communal gardens. A not too far off crack of thunder suddenly rattled the young officer, throwing her concentration off for a brief moment, before her now concerned gaze then focused through the poor lighting and terrible weather conditions. Noting the sight of someone laying on the floor, with another stood over them... in a stance that could only suggest that they were on the phone.<br/><br/>Now. A more seasoned police officer would have taken longer to asses the situation - especially given the snippets of information that had been provided by her sergeant; The reasons for this foot patrol in the first place. But Fauna, having had recently completed her first aid refresher course only a few weeks prior, jumped straight to the assumption that these two...<i> unknown individuals</i>needed her help. That<b>this </b>was just some medical episode. And that the person on the phone<b>must</b>be on the line to the ambulance.<br/><br/>" He-hello?! POLICE! Is everything okay?!"<br/><br/>She announced in a loud blurt, pushing forward to sprint over to the strangers as the adrenaline began to now slip into her veins. All sorts of things passed through her head in that one moment.<i>What had happened? how serious? would she have to do CPR?</i>She even began to mentally reel off a checklist on policy and procedures to follow in case of a death or serious injury. Torch pressed off and shoved clumsily back into the pocket of her stab vest, her steps then suddenly decreased as soon as she had spotted the gradually growing pool of blood.<i>Shit...</i><br/><br/>Fauna was close enough now to take note of the very obvious hole, that was centred in the middle of the...<i>deceased</i>looking male's forehead. This... was<b>not</b>a medical episode. Realisation hit her like a brick. Sharply inhaling so that her breath hitched in her throat, Fauna then looked up. Wide eye's set onto the man who had been on his phone, whilst her right hand reached up to her radio, ready to press the transmit button to alert her colleagues.