*B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)
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				Title: <strong>*B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 00:09:13</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, November 8th<br>Los Angeles Police Department Administration Building,<br>100 West 1st. Street<br>Los Angeles, California<br>07:30 AM</strong></span><br><br>The late autumn morning&nbsp; was crisp and cool, with breath crystalising in the air as Police officers went about their appointed duties. On the footpath leading to the building's entrance stood a rather curious figure; a handsome, rather slender young man with dark hair and a neatly groomed moustache, who was wearing a raincoat over a black suit. The man strode forwards into the building, blowing on his hands to warm them up before pulling some papers out of his pocket and smoothing them out as he rang the bell on the front desk. "Excuse me?" he asked the Desk Sergeant, who looked up from what he was doing; it was either paperwork or a newspaper, but he couldn't tell at that angle. "Yes?&nbsp; Can I help you?"<br><br>&nbsp;"Ah, good morning," the man said, peering at the man's name badge as he passed the papers over. "-Sergeant Monroe. I was told to report to Captain Deacon this morning, is he available at present?" he asked the older man.<br><br>"Who is your client?" Monroe asked, mistaking the man for a Lawyer.<br><br>"I'm sorry?" the man asked, looking perplexed. "Oh! I see what you- no, no, I'm not a solicitor or a barrister." he said. "I'm from the Police Officer Exchange Programme." Monroe eyed him suspiciously for a moment.<br><br>"And the Captain is expecting you?" He enquired, glancing down at some secret documentation searching for evidence that the dark-haired man had an appointment or was who he claimed he was.<br><br>"Yes, I believe he is. I made sure to call ahead last night to be certain." the man said with a chuckle. "Would have been embarrassing if it hadn't been wouldn't it?" he said.<br><br>"Can I see some ID?"&nbsp; The Sergeant fumbled with a visitor badge as he picked up the phone to dial the captain.<br><br>"Oh, yes, of course." the man said, reaching into his suit jacket and pulling out a leather ID Wallet. He opened it, and showed the Sergeant his ID; which read "<em><strong>Constable Henry Stone, Cambridgeshire Constabulary, PC 851</strong></em>". Monroe nodded and handed over a Visitor badge and directed the now identified Constable Stone to sign the log book. "Thank you, Sergeant." Henry said, as he pulled out a biro and signed in the book. "So, where do I go to find the Captain?"<br><br>"Just head straight back, its the big office, you can't miss it." Monroe said, going back to his paperwork.<br><br>"Ah, thank you." Henry said, slipping the visitor badge around his neck and making his way through the back rooms to where Captain Deacon's Office was. He tapped on the door.<br><br>"Enter." the Captain called.
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				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 05:41:03</strong>
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				In a much smaller, certainly more bland office up the hall and a little to the left, Shannon Cambrel leaned against the cluttered desk in her office. She looked more than a little tired, and she seemed to have her eyes glued to the swirling contents of a beige coffee cup in her hand. She wore her thick, dark hair pulled back into a braid, as usual. <br><br>Shannon shifted her eyes from her coffee cup to the other desk in the room, which was currently completely bare of any items. She let out an audible sigh and adjusted the collar of her uniform. Officer Cambrel was apparently getting a brand spankin' new partner today. Supposedly from Britian, too! <br><br>Shannon was too hungover for a British accent echoing in her aching head. She was going to try her best to be polite, though. Captain had a lengthy talk with Officer Cambrel when the news came. This man was part of the Police Officer Exchange Programme, and Shannon had the dire responsibility of welcoming him to America, and of giving him a good example of an Officer of the Law in the land of the free and the home of the brave.<br><br>No doubt Shannon was damn good at that. She was first and foremost in her life an Officer, and she was what any Captain would be lucky to have on their team. She was fast, deadly, intelligent, level-headed, and fearless. <br><br>Shannon was currently doubting her chance of success on the welcoming part of the equation. Sometimes, she could be a bit lacking in the social department. Not to mention she had no information on the man, no idea what to expect.&nbsp; <br><br>She glanced at the clock on the wall, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Fifteen minutes until nine AM.
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				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 06:23:20</strong>
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				Henry's meeting with the Captain had been long and thought provoking, but now was the moment of truth, where he'd meet his new partner. Captain Deacon had told him plenty about her, and to be honest with himself, what he'd been told was slightly unsettling. "Well, best foot forwards I suppose." he said to himself, as he combed his hair smooth in the gents, then donned his Cambridgeshire Constabulatory cap, making sure it was nice and even, and that his shoes were neatly polished as well. Leaving the gents, he made his way to Cambrel's office, and straightened his tie before knocking on the door softly.<br><br>"Sergeant Cambrel?" he asked in a soft but clear voice. "Are you in?"
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				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 18:31:22</strong>
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				Shannon jumped slightly as she heard a soft knock on the door. She sat her nearly full cup of coffee, now cold, on her desk and smoothed the front of her uniform.<br><br>"Sergeant Cambrel? Are you in?" <br><br>There's that English accent. 'Well, at least the man talks softly', Shannon thought to herself. She called out to her new partner on the other side of the door.<br><br>"Come in."<br><br>The door opened slowly, and Shannon had to supress the smirk that almost spread across her face. She almost told him how much she liked his hat, but realized that he doesn't know her yet, and wouldn't get her style of humor. She would just come off as completely rude. This man looked like a perfect gentleman, always following regulations and tying up loose ends. Shannon absolutely could NOT handle having a perfectionist for a partner. She hoped he was a little more laid-back than he looked. He had handsome features, with perfectly slicked back hair and kind, but sharp, eyes. Shannon strode towards him, stopping when there was handshake distance inbetween them. Holding out herr hand, she introduced herself.<br><br>"Sergeant Shannon Cambrel, Sir. Welcome to America, to L.A., and to our office."
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 19:58:20</strong>
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				Henry gulped softly, and tried to keep his nerves steady as he shook her hand. "C-Constable Henry Stone, ma'am." he said, taking his cap off and carrying it under his left arm. "Thank you, it's nice to meet you too. It's certainly a change from West Alconbury; even London wasn't this full of surprises." he said, as he managed to get his nerves under control. "I hope we can get along well, it's been a while since I've worked with a fellow officer." he admitted, as he took off his coat, and revealed that the black suit he'd been wearing under it was the standard-issue British Policeman's uniform, right down to the polished brass buttons and the spotlessly creased trousers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 22:27:48</strong>
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				Shannon chuckled inwardly at the man's nervous countenance. Captain obviously told him of her rough nature. Shannon was not put off by Constable Henry Stone, as with most men. Not just men really, but people in general. She had always been a solitary person, preferring her own company and trusting or needing no one. <br><br>"L.A. is full of surprises. We get a little bit of everything each week. We've definitely got some crazies here, Constable Stone. I do have to be honest with you, I am no social butterfly, and I am somewhat lack in manners from time to time, but you seem like a nice guy. I'm going to do my best. It's been a long time since I've had a partner, too."<br><br>Shannon walked to the other side of her desk, shuffling through some papers until she found the right one. She bit her lip and read over the document quickly.<br><br>"So, Stone, what all has the Captain gone over with you? What are we supposed to be doing today, because I honestly have no idea. I don't want to just shove you into any of the cases we're working on, it's your first day. Tour of the city, maybe? Some small calls?"
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 23:02:42</strong>
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				"Yes, something like that. He also suggested that we go down to the range and get me armed." Henry said, looking rather unhappy at that. "I've not had a good history with guns" he admitted, rubbing his wrists. "All these guns are for right-handed people, and I'm a southpaw."
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				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 03:39:41</strong>
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				Shannon raised an eyebrow at him and put on the sweetest smile she could muster.<br><br>"I'm assuming that means you're left-handed? I don't mean to blunt, Stone, but you're going to have to get used to guns on this force. Some days, you shoot or get shot. We try to avoid going that far at all costs, but when you're dealing with hardcore life gang members....I'm sorry. I don't mean to upset you. Let's get down to the range."<br><br>The tried to smile reassuringly at him, but she wasn't the most reassuring gal, and he seemed to be preoccupied in his own worrying thoughts. Both officers made their way down to the shooting range in silence.
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 04:53:18</strong>
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				"I know that." he said, slightly defensively before he sighed. "It's just my wrist's a bit dodgy in this cold weather; a few years ago I was helping break up a riot in South London when a hoodie broke it with a golf club. It gets a bit stiff when it's cold and wet outside." he admitted in a quiet voice. "Two days after that, I applied for a transfer, and ended up at West Alconbury."
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				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 00:13:25</strong>
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				Shannon stopped on the walkway to the shooting range, turning to face Constable Stone.<br><br>"A hoodie? I'm sorry for your injury. I've been there before. Was the transfer to your liking, at least?"<br><br>Shannon could understand why he would want to serve in a quiet place. Shannon was born for this job, bred for injuries and danger. Constable Stone seemed to be a simple gentleman, and some 'hoodie', whatever that was, decided to whack at him with a golf club.
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 00:48:14</strong>
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				"Mmm. It's a quiet rural beat, near one of your Air Force bases. Not much crime there; the occasional bit of vandalism and breaking and entering, usually someone hurling bricks through shop windows and emptying the till, or stealing fruit from local orchards. Like I said, most of the time, my beat is helping lost motorists, or rescuing animals in situations. Last month I actually caught a cold from rescuing a kitten from a box that was floating down the river." he said. "But still, I do know my way around firearms; I do a little duck-hunting in the marshes with a shotgun when the season comes around."
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				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 03:25:27</strong>
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				Shannon laughed quietly - yes, actually laughed - and swung open the door of the shooting range.<br><br>"Poor kitty, floating down a river. I've never seen anything like that before."<br><br>She led Constable Stone to the equipment area, waving her hand over the display in front of them.<br><br>"Anything you'll ever need to practice with. Pistols, shotguns, automatics, and a few oddballs. Really, it's all up to you. Pick some up, put some down, find one that fits in your hand good. Having the wrong gun for you can make a huge difference sometimes, but I'm sure you know that."<br><br>Shannon looked at the display in silence with Henry, not as on edge as she usually was. She picked up a Glock 17 and made her way to a target, waiting for Constable Stone before putting the protective eye and ear gear on.
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 04:00:05</strong>
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				Henry nodded. "Well, we'll see what's what then, shall we?" he said, as he put on some earmuffs and eye protection, before selecting an assortment of handguns, starting with the Glock 17 semi-automatic pistol, and trying them out. He rapidly narrowed it down to either a S&amp;W 4506 .45, the Glock, and an elderly Colt Official Police .38 revolver. He had a slightly unconventional firing style, given he fired in his right, or 'off' hand and braced with his left hand. He mused on the three handguns as he now tried out all the other guns.
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				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 00:57:13</strong>
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				Shannon fired a few shots with the Glock, going back to the display every now and then to pick out another favorite of hers. She watched Stone firing, surprised at his skill, despite the odd way he held and shot the guns. She smiled to herself.<br><br>He was a damn good shot, very polite, and mostly quiet. All componets for a good partnership with Cambrel. Sometimes, Shannon could lose her cool. She could see Henry balancing that out. Sometimes, Shannon got a little too loud and rowdy. Stone would just have to deal with that.<br><br>She tapped Constable Stone on the shoulder, nodding at him respectfully as he stopped shootiong and removed his earmuffs.<br><br>"That Colt is looking damn good with you, Stone. You're firing it like you're familiar with it. Is it giving you a good feel, or do you got your eye on something else?"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 01:25:37</strong>
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				"My grandfather was in the RAF during the war, flying Lancasters over Germany. He kept his Enfield revolver after demob, and he taught me how to shoot with it when I was a very young boy. I've always found revolvers more comfortable to shoot than automatic pistols." he told her, unloading the Colt and putting the safety on before offering it to her. "Is there somewhere I can try one of those shotguns?" he enquired as he took the eye protection off for a moment to rub his eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 01:42:53</strong>
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				"Wow, that's a pretty rich family history. And yeah, just through this door here. Pick out a shotty for yourself and let's head out there. To be dead honest, I'm not a shotgun gal, so you can have this range all to yourself."<br><br>Shannon shot off a few more rounds while Constable Stone picked out a shotgun, and then led him through the door to the shotgun range.
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 01:57:15</strong>
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				The bobby nodded as he picked up an Ithaca 37 pump-action and walked into the range, and now began to load the shells&nbsp; one by one. "All right, let's test this bad boy out." he said, pulling on his earmuffs and eye protection again.
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				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 21:48:37</strong>
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				Shannon let out a whoop as Stone started firing them off. He was a badass with a shotgun! Stone took his earmuffs off, grinning slightly at Shannon. She returned the smile.<br><br>"Whoo, you were gettin' some! You're no joke with that sucker. Whenever you're ready, we can ride around the city for a while, maybe catch a few dumbass traffic violaters. Excuse the rough language, please."
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 21:55:00</strong>
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				Henry chuckled. "Like I said, I like to go duck-hunting when the season comes around, so I'm pretty good with the old buckshot." He then nodded to Shannon as he pumped the unfired cartridges out of the chamber and put the safety on. "All right then, Sergeant, please lead the way." he agreed, as he went to mount the shotgun back on its' rack.
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				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 22:06:38</strong>
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				Sergeant Cambrel guided the Constable to her squad car, beaming at him when they approached. She was extremely proud of her shiny black devil, as she called it. She slid in the driver seat, cranking up. She picked up the radio and called in that her and Stone were leaving, just out to patrol. She turned to look for Stone.<br><br>"So, what do you think?"
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 22:46:19</strong>
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				Henry slid into the front passenger seat. "Well, it's certainly a change from a Vauxhall Astra diesel; that's the police cars we use in Britain, mainly because the government is too cheap to pay for anything better." he muttered that last part, as he took his cap off and smoothed his hair down. "So, where are we going to patrol then?" he asked, pulling out a notebook and a pen to note these down.
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				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 23:12:11</strong>
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				"Hmph, I've never even heard of that vehicle. You'll have to pull up a picture of it on the internet when we get back to the station. I have a thing for cars. You should see my baby at home, but I'll tell you about that some other time. I was thinking about cruising to Lankershim Boulevard. If we don't bust a traffic violation, we'll definitely find some nut trying to smoke ice behind a grocery store or some bullshit."<br><br>Shannon laughed a little, pulling out of the station and making her way down to Lankershim.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 23:28:32</strong>
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				"It's a cheap front-wheel drive family hatchback. They cost about Nine thousand pounds new, and from what I can tell, have about 200 pounds worth of aftermarket addons to make them police vehicles." he said with a snort, while concientiously writing down the patrol route and making a note about what crimes might be expected. He made a face at the mention of drugs.
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				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 18:33:15</strong>
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				"Hmm, that's pretty expensive, sounds like. So, let me ask, were drugs ever much of a problem over in your country? It seems like in L.A., they're everywhere. Cocaine, methamphetamine, marijuana, all of it. And often in very high amounts."
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 20:23:24</strong>
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				"Certainly, there was a lot of it in London, particularly around Brixton, where I was stationed; it's one of the poorer parts of London, with a large immigrant community, so it's the sort of place that drug-dealers thrive in. Not so much in West Alconbury though. Mind you, a few weeks ago we had a bit of stink kicked up when we pulled over an elderly bloke who was driving erratically. It turned out that he had about an ounce of pot on him, and he claimed it was medicinal for his athritis. They were still kicking up a fuss about it when I left to come here."
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				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 00:57:37</strong>
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				Shannon snorted loudly through her nose. <br><br>"Nice! We don't get much problems from the elderly and senile. Well, maybe once or twice there's been a half-dressed old lady wandering into a street or into a store. The most frequent issues, honestly, are young cats dealing drugs, and violence. Young wanna-be thugs of every race get beat into initiation by various gangs in this area. Get 'em selling drugs, jumping strangers, and worse."
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 05:32:17</strong>
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				Henry groaned a bit. "If my grandad was here, he'd say that 'a stint in the army would do them some good', and 'bring back National Service', and other things of that nature. He was very old fashioned like that." he said, before gainging a fond smile. "Sweeter man you could never hope to meet though."
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				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 04:05:09</strong>
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				Shannon glanced at Henry every now and then, driving at a leisurely pace, keeping her eys on the road and those on it.<br><br>"Ya know, I've always wanted to meet and old English man. Just seems like such a novel thing, ya know. So, is there anything in particular you're hoping to get from your experience in L.A.?"
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 04:33:03</strong>
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				"There's not many of us about, nowadays." he agreed with a grin. "And really, I just want to see what's what. You know, see how policing works here, in the States." He looked about to say more, but then stopped himself as he gazed off down the street, with narrowed eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 04:35:43</strong>
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				Shannon nodded sagely at Henry, and then snapped her attention into place as she saw his eyes narrow and his vision hone in. She scanned the street for the cause of his reaction, but he was obviously seeing something she was not.<br><br>"Stone, what is it?"
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				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 05:02:08</strong>
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				"Those youths over there, outside that shp. It just be my imagination, but something about they way they're standing makes me think that they look like they might be carrying concealed firearms." he said quietly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 05:13:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shannon eyed the boys standing at the spot Henry mentioned andshifted into the correct turning lane.<br><br>"Well, we can hassle 'em for loitering, and if they give us attitude, we'll search for sure. No doubt they're up to no good, we need to send them back to their mommas. Young kids don't know the kind of life they're glorifying."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 05:15:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded gruffly, getting his notebook and pencil out, as the squadcar drew up to the kerb, and they got out. "Well, time to shake the tree, and see what nuts fall out." he commented, smoothing his hair down under his hat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 05:21:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The teens outside looked immediately more nervous, shifting around uncomfortably like they wanted to leave, but not daring to run. Shannon glanced in the mirror and stepped out to walk alongside Constable Stone.<br><br>Shannon leisurely walked up to the boys, who watched her in paranoid silence.<br><br>"No, chill guys! I'm just curious as to what you all are up to, seeing as you're just standing around and all. Don't any of you have homework?"<br><br>Shannon just loved being a sarcastic wench.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 05:25:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Henry nodded, as he opened his notebook, and held his pencil in readiness.<br><br>One of the teens held up his hands. "Hey, relax, Officer, it's all cool here; we just waitin' to meet some buddies of ours before we go down the local mall, y'know? Nothin' but that. We ain't lookin for no trouble from anyone."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 05:27:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shannon raised an eyebrow and eyed one of the boys who had a backpack swung over his shoulder.<br><br>"Alright. Going to the mall. Sounds good. You don't mind if Constable Stone and I hang around for a moment, do you? No, I didn't think so. Mind if I see what you got in the bag, son?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 05:29:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Henry watched the teens faces closely, as memories of the Brixton riot where his wrist had been broken lurked at the edges of his mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 05:32:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The teen's eyes shot to one of his friends, and then another. A sure sign. Now Shannon was really interested in what he had in the bag. <br><br>"C'mon son, hand it over."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 05:34:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The boy, very worried looking, slowly began to pull it off his&nbsp; shoulder. Henry watched the boys like a hawk would its' prey, in case of any funny business.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 06:12:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shannon smiled cynically and took the bag from the boy's hands. Zipping it open, she immediately spotted three packs of cigarettes and two liters. She pulled these things out first, saying nothing and continuing to look through the bag. There was also five DVDs, which had obviously come from the store they were standing in front of.<br><br>"Can you show me ID for these smokes? Can any of you, in case this one tries to claim their not his? What about a receipt for these movies?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 07:03:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Henry nodded sagely, as he noted down the items that had been in the bag. "Some of you don't even look old enough to shave." he muttered. "Youths these days..." he said, sounding older and more crochety than he had any right to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 07:11:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shannon tried not to snicker out loud at Stone's comment. Coming with that accent, it was more than a little amusing.<br><br>The boys stood there awkwardly, saying nothing. Obviously, they had no receipts or ID. <br><br>"Listen, if you guys have anything on you that we need to know about, you might as well tell us now, because we're going to search you anyway. All I have to do is walk inside to find out if these DVDs are stolen, which I already know they are."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 08:03:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One of the younger looking kids was shaking like a leaf and starting to stutter. Henry noted this, and sized him up with a careful eye. <em>"Probably a semi-decent kid who fell in with the wrong crowd, and has just now realised how serious this is."</em> he thought to himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 07:14:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Three of the four boys decided to own up. One pulled out a small .22 pistol, one pulled out a fat sack of dope, and the other pulled out....a crowbar?!<br><br>"Alright, I need to know how old all of you are, and your names. Unless you're stupid, you know you're in some serious trouble. I need all of you to face the wall, hands on your hand, feet spread apart. Don't move a muscle, or you're gonna be in it for resisting arrest. Constable Stone will keep an eye on you for a minute."<br><br>Shannon went back to the cruiser, called in the situation and requested for a few cars to come down and transport these boys. Shannon had way better things to do with her time than deal with a juvenile case.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 01:02:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Henry nodded, and gave them all a stern look, and an even sterner telling off, as he attempted to scare them straight with some of the policing horror stories that he'd heard while stationed in London.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 21:50:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A few cars showed up and began to take over the situation. This was minor stuff, but it was all over the place. Juvenile probation cases, juvenile courts and facilities. A lot of money went into this whole cycle. Shannon circled around back to Constable Stone, who looked to be going over what he recorded in his notebook. Shannon caught his attention and walked up to him.<br><br>"So, you ready to move on? The darker L.A. gets, the more crap we see."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 22:07:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmm." he nodded, flicking back in his notebook to where he'd been originally. "Yes, let's get going." he said, putting his pencil and his notebook in his pocket before walking back to the car.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 00:55:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shannon stretched her neck a little and checked her watch. Nearly six o'clock. They had spent a long while at the station, the shooting range, and driving around. Shannon had been informed that today was pretty much just going to be about becoming comfortable with her new partner, the man she would be working with every day. <br><br>Shannon slipped back into her charger and snuck a glance at the handsome Constable. She decided to prompt him for a question.<br><br>"So, Stone. Do you got a lady back where you come from?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 01:03:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, not really. You could almost say that I'm married to the Service." he said with a weak chuckle. "Never really had the time to think about finding a sweetheart when I was at Hendon, and then that whole mess in Brixton.... Well, let's just say it took some time to adjust and get back into fighting trim after all that to-do." he said. "What about yourself? Is there anyone special in your life?" he inquired. "That is, if it's not a personal question?" he added, as he slipped into his seat and buckled up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 05:11:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shannon nodded and waited for Stone to finish, keeping her eyes on the road and where she was going. She snorted lightly through her nose before replying to his question.<br><br>"No special people in my life. I live in a shitty apartment and drink most nights. Sounds bad, but I live a glamorous life and I kick anyone's ass who thinks they can take down a lady cop. Life's good, Stone. Life's good."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 22:13:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The Thin Blue Line that seperates the good folk of this world from anarchy and despair, hmm?" he said with a weak smile, before patting her shoulder. "Still, I find it rather hard to believe that someone as pretty as you wouldn't be able to find anyone." he said, half to himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 04:04:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shannon laughed warmly and turned down a poorly lit street.<br><br>"Yes, that's exactly what it is. That Thin Blue Line. And thanks, Stone. You know, you're a damn good looking guy yourself. Maybe since you don't have one back home, you can score a girl here. What do you think, huh? Gonna try out an American girl?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 21:51:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Henry chuckled. "Perhaps, perhaps not." he smiled. "Do you know of any that you'd trust with me?" he said in a light-hearted and jocular fashion. "That is unless, <em>you'd</em> like to try me out?" he then added.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 07:59:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shannon turned to look at Henry while waiting for a light to turn green. Instead of lurking around the city for idiots posing as criminals, this day was turning out to be new and interesting thanks to her new partner. She enjoyed his conversation, which was loads more than she could say for some people. She lifted an eyebrow at him and smiled.<br><br>"C'mon now, Stone. Getting fresh with your partner? I don't think you could handle me anyway."<br><br>Shannon sighed and turned down a deserted street. <br><br>"So, we got what the Captain wanted accomplished done. I showed you around town, for the most part. We didn't make any arrests, but that's good for your first day. I took it easy at first, believe me. Do you want to grab something to eat?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: *B*O*B*B*I*E*S* (Major Major and toysintheattic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 20:03:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't tempt me to take that bet." Henry said with a slight smile. "You might just be surprised." He then chuckled and shook his head to clear his thoughts and nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good. I could use a good cup of tea to fortify myself."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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