<strong>Name: </strong>Tania Alvarez<br/><strong>Title: </strong>Detective<br/><strong>Location: </strong>17th street<br/><br/>She looked back at him, frowning.<br/><br/>"First of all, I didn't put him in the hospital. It's not my fault he couldn't run fast enough to jump over that fence. And I did catch the bad guy, so it was worth it! And I don't beat up suspects. Well, not too much. And just those that deserve it, don't worry. I just don't think we should play nice and be polite to the fuckers who clearly have no intention of stopping being crooks."<br/><br/>She sighed, clearly annoyed at the conversation, then looked back outside. In truth she was good at her job, at least good at getting the work done when she had a suspect to work on, or a place to bug. Now she had nothing, so she couldn't think of a better idea than what Ryan suggested.<br/><br/>"Alright if you've done under cover work you can be the inside man, or something. We do have some big street racing problems here, and our job is also to stop them. So why don't we start there? Let's visit some local car shops, I'm sure one of them will know something about where the street racing kids hang at."<br/>