'A treadmill? Well at least it's not paperwork.' Corentin thought as he quickly donned his gear stowed away at the station.<br/><br/>"Thomas, Marko, you're both with me. Know anything about the Crown apartments?" He asked, seaking out a couple reliable sorts. Thomas and Marko seemed to be the only two on the force that didn't mention his use of the staff. To his face anyway.<br/><br/>"Just the opening news report. Chief sending you out that way?"<br/><br/>"You got it, but get your gear, you two are coming with me. Hope you want some fun, heard the guy threw a treadmill from the upper floors." A sharp grin appeared on Corentin's face. It was always the thick necks that gave him the funnest fights.<br/><br/>"Christ, no wonder the chief's been barking orders today." They wasted little time getting their gear, and made their way off to the apartments. The drive was hectic but they made good time. People tended to make room for an armed S.W.A.T team.<br/><br/>The paramedics were dealing with the injured, and the destroyed treadmill were easy to find at the scene. Corentin asked around and soon found the room it came from, though upon looking up the location was clear as the day it happened on.<br/><br/>"Alright guys, you know the drill. Keep on the flanks with your shields to herd the perp. If he goes for you, taze em, otherwise lead em to me. Something tells me this guy knows what he's doing."