In the dead of night a matte black and blue sat in an alleyway with its lights off. The high price slums of the Greek ghetto and in the middle of the dark a red flashlight was searching around inside the store, clearly this was not a case of a blown fuse. The older man took up the radio and called in dispatch.
'C7-213, C7-213, We've got a B and E in a jewelry store on Blake and County. How should we proceed?'
'Rodger C7-213, one moment... Dresden diamonds is currently behind on their pay, second violation, wait sixty seconds before pursuit. What is the registration on the car?'
'Custom plate Tango oscar oscar hotel alpha wiskey tango. Spells out "TOOHAWT" Reply.'
'Be advised, car belongs to Michael Molotov, known Russian arsonist. Most likely insurance burn. Outstanding warrant and bounty. Proceed with caution.'
He loved it when things like this happened, no matter what he still loved putting his life on the line in Kevlar blacks. Once a month he insisted on slumming as a beat cop just to keep sharp. He looked over and nodded to his 'little girl' as he opened the car door and got out to take the walk up to the store. His sword was in his hand before he even thought about it and the folded metal cut open the tire like it wasn't even there. The tires poured out a thick green foam as the tires tried to repair themselves from the damage of a nail were not prepared for the hemorrhaging a three inch gash was making. If this arsonist was planing on a fast getaway, it sure wasn't happening now. He took a moment to put his back to the wall and check his gun while she got into position.