The offered device was plucked from her raindrop sprinkled palm and then dropped to the ground, where it bounced not once but twice. Before meeting it's violent end beneath the rubber outsole of the stranger's heavy foot. With each meaningful stamp, Fauna flinched in response. Half imagining her own skull cracking under the pressure of this man's trample. It took three amounts of effort before the thing was finally reduced to nothing more than sharp shards of plastic, wiring and glass. It was almost sickly amusing to think that it had taken less time and effort for him to extinguish the life of the body who remained perfectly still at their feet.<br/><br/><i>"How many are on patrol in the area?" </i><br/><br/>Not enough. In Fauna's<i>and many of her colleagues</i>, own opinion. With the governments continual budget cuts to the United Kingdom's emergency services over the last couple of years, there was literally no money to train new recruits, match the cost of living via salary, or to retain the current members of staff and officer's already employed. An overtime message would be sent to everyone's phones on a daily basis, begging for someone to give up a precious rest day, just so that they could have adequate feet on the ground. Take tonight for example. For the whole city, you had only six response officers on duty. And god forbid if any arrests were made, because taking someone to custody could tie a unit up for practically hours. That would then whittle your responding officers down to a even more dangerous level. The police, just like the NHS was a complete mess.<br/><br/>" A fair amount..." She lied. It would do her no favours being truthful now would it? Her mismatched eyes then flicked down to watch as he kicked and dragged the remaining scraps of broken body cam into some near pools of concrete collected rain water with his foot. Like that would even achieve anything. If this encounter did end with a loss of a police officer's life, then you can bet that this area would be the very first place that the crime scene team would investigate. Her radio had a tracker, linking her location back to the despatch team so that they could decide based off of distance, who best to send to what incoming call. If he broke her radio, then<b>this </b>would be the last place of transmission.<br/><br/><i>"Hand me your radio and your phone. Slowly."  </i>The aggression that radiated from his accented voice continually stirred her inner child, triggering strong and yet similar emotions from her past that in turn heightened her already stressed state all the more.<i>"Call into your crew and tell them you have found something on the other side of town and may require back up. Don't make me regret not putting a fuckin' bullet between your eyes, too."</i><br/><br/>" But...that doesn't made any se-sense... they---" She was about to explain how the timings of her being dropped off and then making it across town on foot in weather conditions such as these, didn't add up and would be questioned. However, before she had a chance to allow her fear wavered voice to give such an explanation, a steady stream of thick blood suddenly dropped down from both of her small nostrils. Fauna often suffered with nose bless, fairly sever ones, when ever she was in a highly emotion situation -<i>such as this one.</i><br/>As soon as she felt the heavy flow, her left hand came up quickly to catch the crimson drops as they had now travelled over her lips and the curve of her chin. " Fuck! " She squeaked, somewhat embarrassed by her own naturally inconvenient body function.<b>BUT,</b>this sudden<i> inconvenience</i>actually happened to go in the quick thinking officer's favour; For when her aggressor reacted to this unpredicted happening, it gave her enough of a distraction for her right hand to quickly swipe and grab at her PAVA spray can, which had been attached to the lower level of her stab vest. Then, in one fluid motion, almost as if it were a blur, she took a quick step back, with finger pressed on the release button. The pepper spray was aimed with skill, straight into the male's eyes and once hit, Fauna then span upon her heels. So quickly that she almost stumbled over herself, however she did manage to keep her footing, and thus she turned and began to sprint back towards the network of alleys.