The sergant grabbed a big sports bag and showed Angela the way to the east door, the exit leading to the fenced in car park. He shook the bag a little, so Angela could hear that it seemed loaded with stuff. "All sorts of usefull things you might need during patrol. But since we share our cars with two other shifts, we need to keep our stuff in a bag so we can remove it easily at the end of our shift. A good way to get on another cop's bad site, not cleaning up the cruiser at the end of your shift."<br/>They stepped outside, and the cold wind emediatly blew snow into their faces. Angela could hear the sarge mutter something in Spanish. He didn't seem very pleased with the weather. He walked over to a cruiser and put the bag in the trunk. He then got inside the car, starting the engine and turning the heat to maximum.<br/>"Madre dios it's cold!"