<strong>Name:</strong>Ryan Mercer<div class="floatright">(http://img265.imageshack.us/img265/8833/justinhartleyasryanmerc.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Title:</strong>Detective's Partner<br/><strong>Location:</strong>17th Street<br/><hr/><br/>"Wait, you mean to tell me you put your own partner in the hospital?" he asked "And you beat up suspects too? How on Earth do you still have a badge?" he added before returning his eyes to the road "You know what I don't want to know. But since we're going to work together I feel you should know this, I come from a long line of cops and as such I respect the law. I'm not stupid, I know it's not perfect but I believe that nobody is above the law, especially us. I mean how can we expect criminals to obey the law if we don't you know?." She hadn't told him about any of her...questionable methods, but in the few days Ryan had been in San Diego, he'd spoken with a few officers and had heard the rumours, better to get it out in the air now, just in case.<br/><br/>He paused for a moment "As for you beating up suspects if I think your going to far, I will stop you. Other than that I'm sure we'll get on fine."<br/><br/>When he was asked if he had any ideas he took a minute to think about it. "Well back in New York I was undercover for 2 years working on a similar thing. They we're using street racers to transport their product, but that's not necessarily the case here so yeah I think hitting up the local thugs and dealers is the way to go. But since I just got here, you know the hangouts better so...where are we going?" he asked with a grin.<br/><br/>