NationStates Jolt Archive

(OOC: This is basically like the show Cops. But incase you have been living under a rock and don't know what I'm talking about http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/COPS_%28TV_series%29)


Filmed on Location with the Men and/or Women of NS Law Enforcment. All Suspects are/are not/maybe/maybe not innocent/guilty untill proven guiltiy/innocent in a court of law. Well however you run things....

(right this however you like, I'm following the style of the show. You don't have too though)

Officer Yoriko Kishumura: "Do I like being a cop? Yeah it's a great job, being able to serve the community. Not always just driving and busting speeders, sometimes its just helping pre-schoolers cross the road.

Officer Emily Johnston: "I'm a rookie but so far so good for me, it's great a great sense of community."

Kishumura: "Were just on Patrol this afternoon, keeping our eyes out for any dangerous acitivy."

12:45 P.M.
Street Patroll.

(A car abrubptly cuts them off)

Emily: "That was pretty dangerous."

(Lights Sirens. Yoriko steps out with Emily close behind. )

"Hey, you relize you just preformed a dangerous action?"

Driver: "No ma'am."

"No? You pulled out of that turn pretty fast, you cut us off pretty close.

"Sorry"

"Can you step out please?"

He gets out. "Please search him Emily."

"You have anything sharp on you?"

"No no."

Yoriko searches the car and find hidden 5 diffrent bags of drugs. "This is Unit 64 requesting assitance. Emily! We have at least 5 diffrent kinds of drugs here."

Emily: "5 diffrent kinds?"

Yoriko: "Yeah, hash, coc, pcp, xtc, shrooms, booze, cigs, holy crap man! You're loaded down with this."

"Uh..."

Yoriko: "You are going to do serious time for drug smuggling. If you've been selling it's going to add another dozen."

Emily: "Hey pal, these things ruin you and ruin others. why on earth would you want to risk your own life to do these?"

Yoriko: "Basically we stopped him for a traffic violation, found all sorts of drugs in his car. Well good thing we got him off the streets the city and country is a little safer today."

COPS

*Bad boys bad boys
Watcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
when they come for you
Bad boys, bad boys
Watcha gonna do, watcha gonna do
when they come for you*

*Camera man shows two officers, both male inside of a police cruiser.

Officer Adams: ''I've lived in Orbath city all my life, pretty peaceful place, good place to grow up in and I want to ensure it stays that way for my kids.''

Officer Charles: ''I was on the force in Portsmouth for awhile, dealing with smugglers mainly. I got tired of it, never a big fan of the ocean so the transfered me up here. I love it. It's much bigger and a bit more active crime wise but still a great place.''

*Radio Crackles*

Generic Female Operator: ''Available units please respond, we've got a 5-6 in progress at Jackson's, 121 Sung Street.''

*Officer Charles picks up the radio and speaks*

Officer Charles: ''This is Charlie Four Two, will respond.''

Officer Adams accelerates, sending the car flying down a mostly empty street. It was almost midnight, not that it mattered, many people chose public transport so streets were never crowded.

Officer Adams: ''5-6, thats a weapon involved fight, Jackson's is a local bar, we get this quite often actually.''

The car swerves, casting its headlights onto two men, each dripping with blood and holding knives. The red and blue lights swirl, casting shadows across the wall. Adams and Charles open their doors, Charles aiming his MP-5 at the two men, Charles approaching, baton in one hand, pepper spray in the other.

Officer Adams: ''Both of you, drop the knives and get on the ground now. The rest of you get back.''

The two men looked at the officers, then at each other, almost as though they were deciding whether to keep going or obey. Without warning, one man takes off down the street, the other obeys, looking dazed, quite a bit of blood dripping on his face. Officer Charles gets on the radio.

Officer Charles: ''All units please be advised, we've got a suspect fleeing, on foot, north on Sung Street. Suspect is armed with a knife.''

''H.Q., it looks like were going to need a bus down here ASAP, one guy looks hurt.''

Adams approached the suspect, checking him quickly. He was nearly out and posed no threat. He nodded to Charles who ran around the car, jumped into the drivers seat, put the car through a three point turn and took off down the street after the man. In the distance, more sirens could he heard. The camera man is also in the car with Adams.

Officer Adams: ''He won't get very far, we've got units providing assistance.''

As he says this, he spots the man, slowing down but still running. At the intersection to his north, a cruiser swerves onto the road, then up onto the sidewalk slightly, blocking his path. Two officers jump out, using their doors for cover and pointing MP-5s at the man who looks dazed and confused. Before he can decide what to do next, Adams pulls his car up behind him, half on the street, half on the sidewalk. The man is not boxed in, and has room to run in both directions. Adams gets out, baton in one hand, spray in the other.

Officer Adams: ''Stop running, drop your weapons and get on the ground now.''

The man sees that he is basically trapped, and by running, would probably end up either getting pepper sprayed or tackled. He drops his weapons and lies face down on the ground. Officer Adams and an officer from the other car approach. The other officer from the other car continues training his weapons on the suspect and radios headquarters.

Officer Adams: ''Anything on your person that poses a danger to me.''

Man: ''No.''

Adams and the other officer lean down, applying pressure on the mans back to prevent him from getting up while they cuff him. In the background, an ambulance races by.

The first suspect suffered two stab wounds, one to his right bicep and one to his right thigh. He also suffered a head injury and facial bleeding. He was taken to hospital and released into police custody the next morning.

The second suspect was also taken to hospital and released that night into police custody with small cuts and bruises.

Both suspects were charged with causing a public disturbance, assault and assault with a weapon. The second suspect was also charged with evading police.

The first suspect served two years in jail, then two years of parole. The second suspect receive five years in jail, with 5 years of parole.

[OOC: This thing is awesome.]

COPS
Stoklomolvi style

United forever in friendship and labour,
Our mighty republics will ever endure.
The great Stoklomolvi will live through the ages.
The dream of a people their fortress secure.

Long live our...

Two officers, both employed by the Stoklomolvi Military Police, sat in an armoured car, awaiting crime. A mounted camera the two inside the cramped space.

"I'm political commissariat Vasiliy, and I've served in the SMPF for as long as I can remember..."

"I'm intelligence commissariat Boris, and I've served in the SMPF for as long as I can remem- wait, didn't you just say that?"

"Yas, I did. I'm politic- stupid brainwashing."

The radio on the control panel starts blaring static.

"We have a robbery on Hemeg- never mind, the robber's dead."

Boris sighed.

"We have an armed burglary at the Domin- never mind, the four burglars are dead."

Vasiliy sighed.

"The Commissar has just been shot- never mind, that wasn't the Commissar."

Boris and Vasiliy both sighed.

"We have an armed robbery at Jingoism Drive, 58 Building."

"That's behind us!"

Boris and Vasiliy grab their rifles and pop out of the roof. Sure enough, there's seventeen robbers running around, ferrying bags of money to and from a nearby bank. One of the robbers yell out.

"Bwahaha! Now the poor are going to be poorer!"

Boris shot the robber. The other "robbers" started running towards the armoured car with AK-47s. Vasiliy shot up the robbers with the autocannon.

"Well, that's that."

[OOC: Man that sounded lame.]

[OOC: Best thread EVER!]

Officer Nicole Thomas: “I joined Civil Protection right after I got my secondary diploma. I wasn’t born to work behind a desk, you know. It’s a great job actually, not as stressful as most office jobs. What else can I say, I just love it.”

Officer Jennifer Green: “I didn’t join the ROCP until university. I have never actually considered working as a Civil Protection officer, it was all an accident…The pay is good though…Very good, actually.”

Nicole: “We’re assigned to do vehicle patrol on the Christchurch area today…It’s a Christian neighborhood, the only one in Swansea, thank god…Don’t expect much activity, we have very low crime rates in Swansea, you know?”

11:32PM
Vehicle Patrol

The camera shows the two officers sitting inside the White and Orange BMW 3 Series Police Vehicle.

Female dispatcher over the radio: “Abby Three-Four, please respond code three to a domestic disturbance call on your area. Two One Saint Pierre Street. Complainant said that she heard female screams inside the house, no further details are available. Priority Call.”

Nicole: “Abby Three-Four, roger. ETA one minute, will report at the scene.”

Officer Thomas turns on the lights and siren as the car quickly navigates the route to the area. As the car approaches the location, a worried neighbor stands at the sidewalk, waving at the car. The car pulls over and the officers step outside, walking towards the neighbor.

Neighbor: “I heard someone screaming inside. It has stopped now. I don’t know what they’re doing.”

Nicole: “Okay, sir. Stay back here, okay? Thanks...Dispatch, Abby Three-Four is at the scene. Stand by for situation assessment.”

Dispatcher: “Roger.”

The officers walk up to the door and knock hard on it.

Jennifer: “Civil Protection, open the door.”

No answer.

Jennifer: “Royal Office of Civil Protection, open the door now!”

The two officers hear someone approaching the door and they both get their stun batons ready. Civil Protection officers are normally issued both a standard baton and a stun baton. A man, around his mid-30s opens the door.

Man: “Yes officers…Can I help?”

Nicole: “Step back!”

The man, looking a bit surprised does as he’s told, while Nicole looks inside the house. There are no signs of struggle.

Nicole: “We got a call about a domestic disturbance here…Where’s your wife?”

Man: “I’m single.”

Nicole quickly touches the man with the tip of the stun baton, making him jump back, receiving a 800,000 volt charge.

Nicole: “You better not be lying, or the next one is going on your balls.”

The officers search the house. Nicole finds a woman, apparently 15 years old, crying in a room, she has a black eye. The man quickly runs off to the street. Jennifer gives chase and shouts for her partner.

Jennifer: “Shit! Nicole, we have a runner!”

Nicole runs from the inside of the house, following Jennifer and the suspect.

Nicole: “Dispatch, Abby Three-Four is engaged on foot pursuit. Suspect is about one eighty tall…he’s wearing boxer shorts and a white t-shirt, heading west on Saint Pierre.”

Dispatcher: “Roger that. All units be advised, Abby Three-Four is in foot pursuit of a white one eighty tall male suspect wearing boxer shorts and a white t-shirt. Heading west on Saint Pierre.”

The officers quickly manage to catch up to him, dropping him with his face on the ground. They almost break his arms while cuffing him.

Nicole: “You scumbag! Move your ass to that car, or I’m busting your balls off, I swear to Gaia!”

Jennifer: “Congratulations, big boy. You’re gonna get life sentence now. You should’ve known better…Dispatch, Abby Three-Four, situation is under control, code 4.”

Dispatcher: “Roger, code 4.”

The trio walks back to the house, where a second police car has arrived to take him into custody.

Nicole: “I hate this. These guys thinking that they can do those things to a woman. At least now he will never be able to do that again. God, i wish we still had the death penalty for that.”

The man was charged with Assault, Aggravated Violence Against a Female, Harmful Exposure of a Female, Evading Arrest, Perjury and, later, Sexual Assault. He was convicted to life imprisionment without possibility of parole.

Further investigation revealed that his wife had been forced to marry him by her parents after she got pregnant. The girl's parents were charged with Unlawful Coercion and Indirect Harmful Exposure of a Female. They were convicted to Ten Years of imprisionment without possibility of parole.

The girl is now working towards her secondary degree. She was four weeks pregnant. She is having a happy and healthy pregnancy.

OOC: This is great, tag for later post

(I love the show just because of how stupid the criminals are.

Cops is filmed on location with the men and women of law enforcement. All suspects are guilty. Period. Otherwise they wouldn't be suspects.

Tagged for later post)

"COPS" is filmed on location with the men and women of Asgarnian Law Enforcement. All suspects are guilty until proven innocent by a Court of Asgarnian Common Law.

3:36 A.M.
Street Patrol
Balkan City, Balkan City S.A.R.

Constable Steven Williams

"I've been a Constable for seven years now, and I've loved every minute. My job is to fill in where local, county, or provincial/state/territorial law enforcement is absent. Villages, large cities, airports, stuff like that. I guess I'm just a law enforcement junkie."

[radio transmission]
"17-David-8, suspected drunk driver travelling southbound passing the 4400 block of Hammel Avenue. Can I get some backup?"

"I guess that's us."

The SUV takes a sharp turn on to Hammel Avenue. The vehicle accellerates to 80 M.P.H. as Williams locates the pursuing officers of the Balkan City Police Department.

"14-Charlie-3, in pursuit southbound on Hammel Avenue pursuing drunk driver with BCPD. Acting as lead chase officer. Code three."

Williams activates his red and blue lights and turns on his siren, catching up with the suspect car. The Balkan City Police Department cars took to the rear and assisted.

"So, basically, we're going to wait this one out. He's definetely drunk, but he's driving alright. If he gets really crazy, we'll P.I.T. him; if he just goes home, we'll arrest him there."

Minutes go by and the driver begins to drive erratically.

"O.K., he's driving like he's trying to get away now. We're going to P.I.T. him. 14-Charlie-3, I'm going for a P.I.T."

[radio transmission]
"10-4. Iniate P.I.T."

"O.K., here goes..."

The S.U.V. smashes its front driver side into the rear passenger side of the suspect car. The suspect car spins out in a shower of sparks and smoke. Several BCPD officers get out and charge the car.

"Get out of the car! We will shoot you!"

"Get out, man!"

"Get out! Out of the car!"

The suspect refuses to exit the vehicle and the officers open fire. The constable radios for an ambulance and fire crews as the screen fades to black...

Mac Anu, Aqua Anu

Deputy Bella Kashu: "It's strange how the ratio of female officers to male officers are 3 to 1, I guess having a woman monarch really helps, but it is great to have plenty of women on the force. Right now we are responding to a potential drug selling to a group of young school girls, one of them called the police."

9:55 P.M.
Controlled Substances Call


Her boat pulls up lights blaring. Giving a blare of the siren she steps out. "Put your hands on your head!"

He puts his hands on his head and kneels down on the ground. Other officers arrive on the area. He's pulled up and searched.

Girl: He just came up to us and said "Hey how would you like to get a score?" And he showed us all the stuff he had, needles and baggies of stuff."

Kashu: "Okay. Did any of your friends touch anything did he put anything in your hands?"

Girl: "No he tried to hand me something to sample but I let him drop it."

Kashu: "Can you show me where?"

Girl: "Yeah it's right over here, just right here."

Kashu: "Yeah, that's Ket."

Druggie: "The-the-the-these school girls should be arrested to they came to me (slurred) thhhey came they asked to see the stuff. They didn't believe me."

Kashu: "Sir it's a felony to offer or give drugs, period. Doesn't matter but it's their word against yours. Alright, he's now under arrest for attempted distribution of controlled substances. All the girls that he offered to said he showed them they didn't want to but he insisted by showing what he had on him bragging about what he had in storage. He's going to jail tonight."

Sergeant Rivera, St. Alvido City Police Department...10:58 PM

The camera is focused on the young but aging Sergeant in his Crown Victoria Police interceptor as it goes down what appears to be a not very good part of town....

"I've been patrolling these streets for, eight, no nine years now. Has it been that long, yeah i guess so. We've had a lot of ups and down here, and depending on what part of the city you work in it can go from 3 incidents a night to 30. The new part is dead quiet. I think my record is a week of patrol out there without being called to a scene and even then it was just a fight over some back yard property, but after the attack on the National Police building in downtown we've had to step up the force.

The last major incident that took us all by surprise was the socialist uprising a few years back. Those bastards managed to take most PD building and I ended up using my patrol car to ferry civilians out of the city. That's the one thing about Mokastana, when a revolution comes you--"

"Attention Unit 149, we got a civil incident on the corner of 16th and Santos, store robbery, shots fired. Over"

"Shit..." Rivera Picks up the radio..."HQ this is 149, what weapons am i looking at over?"

"149 Expect small arms, possible assault weapons.Over"

"HQ, 149 on my way. Over"

The Crown Victoria accelerates down the road with the lights and sirens blaring. Traffic stops or moves out of the way for the Crown Vic as he makes a sharp turn down 16th towards, Santos, Behind him the Camera turns and another police interceptor is behind him flashing lights as well.

The camera man turns back foward just in time to see the car crash up on the side walk nearly hitting a man armed with a small uzi. The guy insteads turns and runs off into the dark.

"Shit, 149 foot pursuit."
Officer Rivera grabbed the shotgun as the camera man and he take off on foot after the guy. Rivera is barely keeping up so he stops, aims with the shot gun and fires. The suspect falls to the ground. Behind him the other car comes up and passes him, pulling over next to the suspect, who is now rolling in pain.

"bean bag. Very effective at taking down guys. I'm amazed he made it out of the store alive. Usually places around here the store owners pack more guns then the local armory."

Officer Rivera walks back to the car which happened to be next to the store and there is a small Mokan man holding an AKM, but its pointing to the ground.

"Sir, Im going to ask you to put the gun down."

"Fine then, let me go back in and put it away."

"No leave it on the ground where you are now!"

Rivera aims the shotgun at the shop owner who puts down the rifle on the ground.

"Now its going to get rusty. How can i defend my store with a rusty gun?"


Rivera get next to the man and sets the rifle up next to he building and still holds the shotgun...

"Now was that man who robbed your store? The one you were pointing at as I pulled in?"

"Yes that was one of them, there were three, two had revolvers, Magnums i think, my son was at the counter and they hit him and tried to get the money. So i got the rifle from the back room and fired at them. I got two, he got away."

"were you in the back room when it happened?"

"Yes i was checking the stock for tomorrow. Then i hear the ruckus in the store and pick up the rifle, I keep it next to the back room entrance."

Behind him the camera turns to see the bean bagged suspect being put in the back of the other car.

"Are the other guys still alive? the ones in your store?"

"one is i think, my son is taking care of him."

Officer Rivera then walks into the store, and sees the bullet marks in the wall, the camera glances over two bloody bodies in the store. one is not moving at all and the other is wincing as the son applies a tornequite to his arm. he grabs his radio and starts talking:

"This is unit 149, I got three suspects, two alive, one needed an ambulance, the other being taken to the station. Get forensics down here as well, its going to be a long night."

Near the town of AURORA, KURONA

Officer Zoe Petterson: "Being a Cop in Kurona isn't usually a life on the edge. Crime Rate is really quite low."

Rural Horse Patrolling Unit

Zoe: "I'm part of the Horse Patrol so my job is pretty limited to very small towns, farms, just the open community and nature. Okay what's going on here?"

1:50 P.M.
Suspicious Activity

"I know the farmers who live here, they've been having serious problems with people ruining their crops, the poor people are subject to a lot of prejudice Hey, hey you come here."

Man: "Yes ma'am?"

Zoe: "You realize you are on the edge of private property?"

Man: "No-no ma'am."

Zoe: "This is a farm man, and it looked like you may have been either stealing crops, burning crops, or just simply touching what doesn't belong to you."

Man: "I'm sorry I didn't know."

Zoe: "How do you not know you are clearly on the far edge of a farmers filed and you look rather odd."

Man: "Sorry."

Zoe: "I'm going to pat you down right now. Do you have anything that's going to prod me poke me, stab me?"

Man: "No no."

Officer Alice Wuul: "Hey Zoe, what do we have her?"

Zoe: "Strange activity. Will you keep your eye on him?"

Alice: "No trouble, come sit down here sir."

Zoe searches in the thick wheat she finds a gas can, several matches a blurred out hate message. "Yep, we had attempted arson her. Alice we have a dozen matches and a gas can here."

Alice: "These belong to you?"

(Inaudible response)

Zoe: "Don't lie to us man! Don't lie to us. We found shoes there, you aren't wearing shoes now are you. You're feet are covered in dirt, I saw you prodding around here. Were you attempting to burn this?"

Alice: "Do you realize that's a Governmental Offense? It constitutes arson, and damage to private property. If you had managed you would be in for a long time of trouble."

Zoe: "Stand up please. Hands behind your back. Okay you're under arrest for Criminal Trespass Attempted Arson and Attempted Criminal Vandalism of Private Property."

Man: I didn't do anything though."

Zoe: "Tell it to your lawyer not to us."

Alice: "I'll take him on down to Aurora the sheriff should keep him locked there until we get him a transport to Sonomi to face State Charges."

Zoe: "Well thank goodness we caught this guy before he could cause any damage. Saved these farmers a lot of time and trouble, saved their insurance a lot of money."

COPS

[OOC: Tagged for much, much interest. Britain has shows like that.... Police Camera Action! Street Cops, Blues n Twos. So this should be fun.

I promise you a post today.

13:46 Stevid Capita, Eastern Districts

Narrator: Car 417 is on patrol in one of the capital’s less glamorous areas, Officer PC Eric Williams is driving with partner PC Darren Hibs on anti-terrorism duties but also includes general road and law enforcement.

Hibs: Quiet don’t you think?

Williams: Yeah but I’m not complaining, rough end of town this and I always welcome a break from the daily grind.

Hibs: Yeah, you and me both.

Narrator: Hibs spots something about the red car in front of them coming up to a set of traffic lights. Its seems to be an innate skills with traffic cops as they can sometimes sense, usually correctly, if there is something wrong or suspicious with another car on the road.

Hibs: What do you think? Shall we pull him over? We can just check his license and his insurance and send him on his way.

Williams: Alright, it’s our job after all.

Williams flicks a switch and turns the siren on few a few seconds before flicking it back on again. The red car slows at first but then shoots through the red lights, turns right at the junction and cuts up several other cars on the road at break neck speed.

Williams: Oh we’re on…

The sirens begin to wail again as the patrol car follows in hot pursuit.

Narrator: The red may have gotten a head start on the traffic cops but his car is no match for the coppers’ one. The Stevid Capita Metropolitan Police is lucky enough to the WRC version of the Mitsubishi Evolution Lancer IX as their standard traffic patrol car and is more than able to catch up with the old Vauxhall Astra. Within seconds they are right on the heals of the car.

Footage shows the pursuit from the dashboard with the speedometer showing the Evolution IX clocking 120mph down a single carriage and within twenty seconds are right behind the slow Astra. The escaping cars weaves dangerously through the traffic and completely ignores the three tone sirens of the police car, the pedestrians and other road users.

Hibs: Control this is Car 417, currently engaged in the pursuit of a red Vauxhall Astra heading East on the single carriageway A146. Registration M890 HJK, driving exceptionally dangerously in heavy traffic, showing no regard for public or road safety. Request air support and additional ground support- Out.

Control: Confirmed, Vauxhall Astra M890 HJK. Vehicle database reports the car stolen 45 minutes ago. Air support can not be delivered, helicopter is engaged elsewhere. Ground reinforcements are on their way… err… one dog van, two cruisers. Stinger will be deployed.

Hibs: Roger control. Fleeing vehicle is remaining on A146 and is looking as if they are heading for the M875. They may be heading for Superhighway 1 and trying to flee the city. Recommending that air support be diverted to this pursuit if it continues for another ten minutes. Stinger must be deployed before Junction 6/M875 Interchange.

Control: Confirmed.

Narrator: The cops believe the fleeing car is trying to make a break for the Superhighway so as to escape from the Metropolitan Police. A police cruiser carrying a Stinger on board, a bed of nails that are spread across the road to puncture tires, has been deployed up the road.

The police continues on blues and twos while the Astra continues to take ever more daring risks including driving straight over a Roundabout and narrowly avoid an articulated truck.

Williams: Shit! How did he avoid getting wiped out by that thing? Oh come on you stupid trucker get out of the bloody way! Typical, he’s not from here… bloody foreigners.

Hibs: [Laughs] Control… [Laughs Again] Suspect continuing for the Junction 6/M875 Interchange. Has the stinger been deployed.

Control: Confirmed… Stinger deployed.

Narrator: As they approach the defence wall of the outer city and the last junction onto the motorway, the driver of the fleeing car spots the Range Rover police car up ahead and realises it’s a trap with the stinger across the road. He thinks about a U-turn but decides against and tries to turn off down an avenue before the junction only to find the Police have block off his escape- the only way to go is forward towards the bed of nails.

Fleeing vehicle starts to turn left down a different road when a police BMW 5 Series police car on blues and twos appears out of that road causing the Astra to swerve back on to the single carriageway.

Narrator: The driver of the Astra doesn’t have the driving skills to keep himself on the road and the single carriage way can only support to two lanes of traffic going in opposite directions and doesn’t aloe enough room for such wild manoeuvres. The thief loses control and veers onto the wrong side of the road and collides, almost head on, with the white Ford Transit van coming the other way.

The Astra goes head on in the front, roadside side of van and spins off uncontrollably into the concrete wall barrier on the correct side of the road crushing the front of the car and seriously damaging the rear. The force of the impact on the van’s right hand side forces it in the concrete wall barrier on the other side of the road causing damage, but not terribly significant, to the left hand side of the van. The accident of course stops further traffic movements as there is tons of debris all over the road.

Williams: Fuck me… only matter of time before that happened. I don’t think he’s walking away from that one.

Hibs: Control, Car 417 here. Pursuit over, fleeing car involved in road collision with white transit van about 600 yards from the stinger. Astra not in good shape at all, Ford Transit and sustained significant damage to the right-front of the vehicle. Requesting ambulance and fire brigade, additional police to close the road- three police vehicles are already at the scene.

Control: Confirmed, ambulance and fire brigade on the way.

[i]The officers leave the car and appear on the camera as they rush towards the Astra to see if the man survived. Within minutes a paramedic’s car races past the camera and screeches to a halt just before the accident. Minutes later an ambulance arrives, in the distance two fire engines are racing down the carriageway and soon an accident recover fire engine appears on the camera with fire fighters dealing with the accident.

Narrator: The foolish driver actually survived the accident with no more than whiplash. The driver of the transit van was unharmed but was treated for shock at the scene. The thief was only 17 years old was charged in court three weeks later for theft of vehicle, driving without insurance, driving without a license, dangerous driving, ignorance of road users, failing to stop for a police car, jumping a red light at a traffic light junction and crossing a roundabout in a particularly dangerous and life threatening fashion. He was £8,500, is being sued by the van driver for £11,000 and was sentenced to a reduced six month imprisonment in a low security prison. The judge reduced the sentence from one year to six months because the youth was wearing a seatbelt that saved his life. This young boy was caught and charged all because one of the traffic cops just had a… feeling… that something was suspicious about the Astra. He was acting on pure instinct and it paid off…

Both police officers were given commendation for their actions, Hibs for advising that the car be brought in and directing other traffic police to the pursuit and Williams for his excellent driving. The Chief Inspector ignored Williams’ foul language and racism as nothing more than “fun”. What a great boss!

EDIT 1:

Images:
Mitsubishi Evolution Lancer IX Police Car (http://www.autoexpress.co.uk/images/front_picture_library_UK/dir_48/car_photo_24019_7.jpg)
Ford Mondeo Police Car (http://www.ukemergency.co.uk/police/dsc09122.jpg)
Land Rover Speacialist Cruiser (http://www.policecaruk.com/images/jersey-lrover-j95059-os-small.jpg)
Police Dog Van (http://www.ukemergency.co.uk/police/dscd0139.jpg)
Response to the Accident (http://www.ukemergency.co.uk/police/dsc02238.jpg)
Police Evidence Recovery Truck Used at the Scene (http://www.ukemergency.co.uk/police/dcp00519.jpg)
One of the three Fire Trucks to Respond (http://www.ukemergency.co.uk/fire/P1130150.jpg)
The First Truck to Arrive at the Scene (http://www.ukemergency.co.uk/fire/dsc08037.jpg)
Paramedic Rapid Response Car (http://www.ukemergency.co.uk/ambulance/dsc06739.jpg)
The Single Ambulance to Respond to the Accident (http://www.ukemergency.co.uk/ambulance/dsc07046.jpg)


[EDIT OOC: God my writing is bad... i'm far too lazy to edit it either. Please forgive the terrible grammar]

Eeobroht, Northern Region
Patrol Zone 2

13:26 PM
Street Patrol

Politibetjent Pederssønn: "I've been with the National Police Force for three years now, and it's everything I ever imagined it to be and then some. There's nothing like the feeling you get when you wake up in the morning and just know that you're going to be doing some good today, keeping the people safe. The only thing that could be better with the job would be not getting up so early in the morning, because let's face it: four AM is just too early."

The squad car drove another block before the radio chimed to life.

"Zero five to all units in the vicinity of King Haakon Avenue and Rothsky Street: One zero niner in progress. I repeat, one zero niner in progress."

Pederssønn immediately hit the brakes and turned on the sirens, checking the traffic before turning the Mercedes S550 around while replying to the dispatch, "Zero five, this is Fox two one three. Ten-four. I'm at King Haakon Ave now, ETA one minute. Over."

A minute later, the squad car came to a halt. Three seconds after that, Pederssønn was out the door and walking up to the small crowd, making his way through to the center of the crowd where two men were pinning down a male. As Pederssønn reached the pinned-down man, an additional two squad cars rolled up, carrying another two police officers.

Politibetjent Pederssønn: "I'm with the police, please get off that man now."

The two men got off the man, who groaned in pain. Obviously someone had given him a good whacking over the head and ribs while he was down. Pederssønn immediately took out his handcuffs and placed them on the man's hands before pulling him up to a sitting position.

Politibetjent Pederssønn: "Sir, sit still please. I'm detaining you on suspicion of violating article two hundred ninety-one a of the Criminal Code."

The man replied in a foreign language (English) that he didn't understand, so Pederssønn repeated, this time in English.

Politibetjent Pederssønn: "Sir, I'm detaining you on suspicion of violating article two hundred ninety-one of the Criminal Code, which concerns threatening any member of the Royal Family. What is your name sir?"

Detained foreigner: "Why should I tell you?"

Politibetjent Pederssønn: "Because refusal to obey a police officer is considered obstructing Justice, which is punished by up to a year's imprisonment. I'm going to ask you one more time before I take offense sir. What is your name?"

Detained foreigner: "Phil Lacrosse. I'm a citizen of [insert nation name here]."

Politibetjent Pederssønn: "Mister Lacrosse, do you understand why you've been detained?"

Detained foreigner (Phil Lacrosse): "No. I just said that any royalty, including your king, ought to receive a Louis XVI neck treatment. No harm in that!"

Politibetjent Pederssønn: "If memory serve, Louis XVI was decapitated. That means that you believe that His Majesty ought to be decapitated? I don't know about where you come from, but here in Cotland, that is considered as a threat on His Majesty's life."

Detained foreigner (Phil Lacrosse): "I'm allowed to believe whatever the fuck I want!"

Politibetjent Pederssønn: "Perhaps, and in Cotland, the kind of statements you just admitted to are considered mortal threats on the life and health of His Majesty."

Pederssønn turned to the other police officers, who had gathered statements from the public who stood around the detained man. A person had actually managed to catch the "threat" on his cellphone and willingly offered the recording to the police as evidence - threatening the King was a very bad move to make in Cotland, as the angry mob had proven when Lacrosse had been jumped less than thirty seconds after having uttered the words.

The three police officers on the scene had a quick conference.

Politibetjent Pederssønn: "So we have enough evidences to pin this guy?"

Politibetjent Railan: "I think so, but regardless, we should take him with us. Even if he didn't say something that stupid, this crowd will probably kill him if we leave him here."

Politibetjent Pederssønn: "I agree. So we charge him and take him downtown?"

Politibetjent Railan: "Yup."

Politibetjent Pederssønn: "Okay."

Pederssønn turned to Lacrosse.

Politibetjent Pederssønn: "Mister Lacrosse, we've got your death threat on video, and after having reviewed it, I'm finding sufficient probable cause to believe that you threatened His Majesty's life. So, you're hereby officially charged with threathening the life and health of His Majesty the King. You have the right to remain silent, and you have the right to have a trial of law. Do you understand these rights?"

Detained foreigner (Phil Lacrosse): "I've got more rights than that! What about lawyer present during the interrogation, or phone call?"

Politibetjent Pederssønn: "This is reality, not a TV show. You have no other rights than those read to you under Cottish law. I ask you again, do you understand these rights as they have been recited to you?"

Detained foreigner(Phil Lacrosse): "This is bullshit!"

Politibetjent Pederssønn: "Officer Railan, will you testify to the fact that I have read mister Lacrosse's rights as required by law?"

Politibetjent Railan: "I will."

Politibetjent Pederssønn: "Very well."

Pederssønn and Railan took hold of Lacrosse's arms and dragged him kicking and screaming to Pederssønn's squad car, where they placed him into the back seat. After gathering the evidences and names and adresses of the witnesses from the other police officers, Pederssønn got into the squad car and drove away from the scene of the crime as the crowd dispersed, leaving the camera crew behind.


Narrator: "Mr Phil Lacrosse was later convicted for threatening the life of His Majesty King Haakon VII of Cotland and given a suspended death sentence on the condition that he be deported and never return to the Realm. Mr Lacrosse was expelled from Cotland the following day.

(OOC: There's not really a whole lot of crime in Cotland...)

Wolfenhalle is proud of her police forces, and one is the Wolfenhaller Federal Police. This their story.

Sgt. Alexander Thorpson and Officer Jacob Ericsson are assigned to the Liberty City District Patrol

Sgt. Thorpson: I've with the Federal Police for 5 years. It's a rewarding job. Ericsson is been here for 2 weeks

Off. Ericsson: I'm kinda new with the FP

A radio call comes in about LCPD needs support for a public distrubance

Sgt. Thorpson: Let's go

They arrive to scene of a man, ranting about jews and other racist remarks branishing a sword and have a hostage.

Sgt. Thorpson: Damn nazis, this is one of the many events here in the captial

Off. Ericsson: I'll get the long gun

Ericsson goes to the trunk of their Lobo and gets the FN FAL, while Thorpson talks to the city officers.

Sgt. Thorpson: The girl is his girlfriend who broke up with him and now he's blaming all the jews and minorities for this.

Suspect: F**K the n***ers, and jews. I will kill her, I mean it.

A Liberty City police officers talks to the man when he then grabs the girl and puts the sword to her.

Sgt. Thorpson Jacob, Get ready. If he moves to kill her, Shoot him.

Then a K9 unit arrives, and the officer and the dog rushes to the officers

Off. Winekoff:Distract him

One of the officers distracts the suspect, when the dog is released and bites the man while the officers rush him. They jump on him and cuff him.

Sgt. Thorpson: You are under arrest for attempted murder, distubing the peace, and kidnapping

Suspect: Kidnapping?

Sgt. Thorpson: Hostage taking is kidnapping under law.

Thorpson checks the name and comes up with 10 warrants.

Sgt. Thorpson: You have 10 warrants for unpaid parking tickets, gives you 25 years in prison and a 25,000 dollar fine.

Sgt. Thorpson This why I love my job, the weirdos.

The suspect was later charged with the crimes and now serves a 25 year sentence, and has paid the fine for the unpaid tickets.

OOC: Epic idea, we even have something like COPS down here in Argentina.

IC:

COPS is Filmed on Location with the noble officers of Franberrian Law enforcement, whether they be part of the Policía Federal (Federal Police), the Prefectura Naval (Naval Prefecture), the Gendarmería Nacional (National Gendarmerie), or a police department pertaining to a particular province, city, or town.

Narrator: Today we find ourselves with the officers of the Gendarmería Nacional, patrolling Hoot Bay in an auxiliary role to the local police. In particular, we are accompanying Sargento Ayudante Emanuel Obdiludio, and Cabo Primero Guillermo Perez de la Fuente.

15:32
Patroll

*Camera focuses on two Gendarmes mounted on horses, trotting down the side of a rather quiet street. The officers come to a halt at the corner of the rather wide street and that of a much smaller street.*

Sargento Ayudante Emanuel Obdiludio: "My father was a gendarme, so was my grand-father, and so was his father, and so was his father. Well, you get the point, and we've all served from the bottom-up, no one in my family has jumped-started as an officer, and we're all in the Gendarmerie to serve the Franberrian people and bust down on the unlawful swine that seek to destroy the balance of law."

Cabo Primero Guillermo Perez de la Fuente: "Yeah, I'm fresh out of the academy and I've been paired up with a Obdiludio, who's got a lot more time and experience on the force. We've received word of a possible grouping of protesters in front of the Palace of the Provincial Governor, we're moving there along with other units."

*The officers make their way at a faster pace down the avenue, the Governor's Palace can be seen at the end. The avenue is 3 lanes wide on either side, and is flanked by trees that separate the street from the sidewalk. As is normal with major Franberrian streets, rails for streetcars are embedded in the cobblestone street. There are few automobiles, and a large crowd can be seen grouping before the Palace. There are some Police Cruisers forming an improvised barrier on the Palace lawn, the protesters being kept in check by a group of 50 or so mounted Gendarmes.*

Obdiludio: Right, we're supposed to stay behind the protesters and await reinforcements.

Perez de la Fuente: This is sketchy, we're the only two behind them, if this goes violent we'll be the first to go.

Obdiludio: We'll be fine, other patrols are on their way. Can you make out those signs?

*Obdiludio points to the signs the protesters are holding, as the camera zooms in to read them.* Perez de la Fuente: Yes, they're Anti-APOC, they're protesting yesterdays decision to align ourselves with the reformation effort.

*Obdiludio's radio crackles* "There's about 100.000 protesters in front of the Governor's Palace, and some 20.000 are forming down Federal Avenue, I repeat, 20.000, nay, 25.000, repeat, 25.000, are forming down Federal Avenue and are approaching the Palace, all units pull out."

Perez de la Fuente: Oh shit, thats us! Come on, follow!

*The camera swings about wildly, it is obvious the camera crew is running behind the Gendarmes. The Camera swings backwards, protesters can be seen coming around the corner and running down the street, other Gendarmes come onto the screen, as well as a local police cruiser bringing up the rear of the disorganized formation.*

*The radio crackles again* "PROTESTERS HOSTILE, I REPEAT, HOSTILE, OSHI- fzzzzzzzz, plukk, crack, crack, fzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz" *Radio stops transmitting all sound and goes silent. The camera swings backwards to see that the protesters in front of the palace are charging the police cruisers on the lawn, overwhelming the police, which falls back in disarray to the building itself. Obdiludio and Perez de la Fuente, along with some other 40 mounted Gendarmes and two police cruisers, are apparently trapped by a group of what seem to be close to 1.000 protesters.

Obdiludio: Only one thing left to do now. A LA CARGA!

*The camera crew is nearly stampeded by the mounted Gendarmes, a blur of brown and black shapes, presumably the horses and the men on top of them, blazing past the camera. The Gendarmes crashed into the crowd, their long black riot batons slamming with powerful force into those that were unlucky enough to stand in their way. The two police cruisers advanced behind the the horsemen, the rear doors of the vehicles open, each providing cover to an officer wielding a grenade launcher. They proceeded to fire the tear gas into the crowd once the horsemen had made their way through. Some protesters, obviously experienced in such an activity, had already covered their faces with cloths and rudimentary breathing devices, were making their escape. These were run down and clubbed in the back of the torso or the back of the head, driving them to the ground. Meanwhile, the protesters who had succumbed to the gasses were writhing on the street, or barely standing, the few police officers trying to cuff as many of them as possible.*

Narrator: The rioters were dispersed almost immediately, in part to the action of the mounted Gendarmes, and in part to the timely arrival of the citiy's riot police units on the eastern flank of the rioters. All Gendarmes involved in the action have been commentated for their brave action.


COPS

Cops, GWO Edition...

(Black screen slowly turns into feed from a Magna Polis Civilian Control Cruiser, which happens to be a lightly armored Lexus ES 300)

Officer #1: I've been in the Magna Polis Civilian Control Unit for my entire life, I was quite literally bred for this. It's an entertaining job, especially when bystanders are screaming "POLICE BRUTALITY OH MY GOD" at you, and you get to spray them all down with pepper spray.

Officer #2: Same here, but I like dealing with armed suspects more, especially street gangs.

The officer's voices are muffled by their gas masks, and then retransmitted in identical inhuman sort of voices.

Radio: All CivCon Units within vicinity of Sector 76, please be advised of gang combat against Legitimate businesses. Suspects are armed with automatics, exercise extreme caution. Sector lockdown has been initiated.

Sector 76 was one of the most lively Sectors in Magna Polis. It contained both shanties and slummy industrial plants, as well as massive skyscrapers that were owned by the city's Elite. Plus, it was one of the Port Sectors. It was common for gangs and the poor to lash out against the wealthy, so CCU patrols were heightened.

The patrol car's sirens and lights turn on, and other cruisers are seen rushing down the streets, along with 1940's BMW motorcycles with MG3s mounted on their sidecars. As the vehicles enter the Sector, a gunbattle between Private Security Guards, CCU Officers, and street scum is clearly visible. Large red lights from the Sector were rotating, producing somewhat eerie light. The Officers in the BMW sidecars began unleashing MG3 rounds into the gang formations. Even a CCU Stryker is seen firing at them, with officers pouring out of the back. A bullet hits the windshield of the patrol car housing the camera, but is blocked by the bulletproof glass.

Officer #2: Whoa, that fucker could've killed me.

The car stops, and both the officers get out. They're both firing MP7 Submachine guns into the gangsters, who are armed with AK-47s and it's variants. A few dead Security Guards are in the street, but even more gangsters litter the ground. A CCU Sergeant is seen running across the street with an FSARS Semi-Automatic Twinbarrel Shotgun, firing off in the direction opposite of the camera. There are many CCU Officers combatting the threat, some with ballistic shields. The camera man follows the two officers, who are in turn following the Sergeant seen running across the street. A gangster jumps from an alley, spraying rounds at the officers and the cameraman. The Sergeant, who was being pointman, gets hit with a round before firing a shell into the gangster. The bullet was luckily stopped by his CCU-issued armor, and the gangster's insides were splattered across the wall.

Radio: Resistance has been quelled, Security reports that it is in control of it's buildings. Good job. The Commisioner has just ordered a sweep of the sector housings for weapons caches. Full lockdown is being initiated, nobody will go in or out until every house is searched, except for ambulances and reinforcements.

The two officers head towards the residential buildings. The Responding Force makes a line moving towards the housing area. Elements of CCU officers are seen entering government-built apartments that go as high as 15 stories. The two officers reach another building, and form up with several other officers. They run in the front doors, ignoring the person standing at the Reception Desk. One of them shuts down the Elevators. Then the team splits and goes up the two stairwells. The team that the two officers are in reach the top floor. They would work their way down while the other team works it's way up. They go to the first door and kick it in, sending it onto the floor in pieces. They search the unit and find nothing but a shocked black woman and a crying baby. They do this again for each unit on the floor. They head downstairs one floor, and they kick the door in for the first room they find. There, they find a weapons cache in the spare room, and a gangster hiding in the corner.

Gangster: DON'T HURT ME BRO! I don't deserve to be hurt!

Officer #1: Shut the hell up, scumbag!

The officer then slams one end of his electrobaton into the man's face, and then repeatedly hits him in a frenzy. The man is shaking from the 950,000 volts of electricity, and then the officer pepper sprays him before picking him up and handcuffing him. Another officer searches him while reciting his "rights": "You have NO rights, only Privelidges. Abuse of these privelidges will result in further punishment."

Random Officer: Damn! This guy wasn't only the owner of the weapons cache, look at this!

Officers find a walk-in closet with various drugs filling the cubbies and whatnot instead of clothing. The clothing was later found thrown everywhere in the main bedroom.

Narrator: The man was found guilty of Furnishing and Selling Illegal Substances, Furnishing and Selling Arms Illegally, Assistance in an Armed Assault, Assistance in an Armed Robbery, Armed Robbery (From another incident), Gang Affiliation, and Furnishing Weapons for an Illegal Organization. He was sentenced to death.
Then, the camera fades to commercials.

Confederate Cops is filmed on location with the men and women of law enforcement. All suspects are innocent until proven guilty in a court of law. Confederate Cops does not reflect the views of several of its sponsor stations, and actions undertaken by the members of the Confederate Law Enforcement Agencies are not condoned by this station, and should not be viewed as a representation of what this station believes.

Paradise City, Ninth Prefecture

Officer Tiberius Brownleather: "We just got a report of a couple of suspected Muslims hanging around near the corner of Wall and Park Streets, we are gonna go check it out, see if we can make any arrests, and hopefully make the streets safer for your average person"

Brownleather turns on the sirens and floors it through traffic. They soon pull up to the corner and a group of men begin taking off in every direction. Brownleather and another officer begin to give chase

Brownleather: "Hey! Hey! Stop running! *Gasp* Get on the ground! Get on the ground!"

One man finally stops running, apparently snagged on a fence he was attempting to hop over. Seeing the man stuck, Brownleather draws his nightstick and repeatedly strikes the man until he is on the ground

Brownleather: "Why did you run?!?! *strikes man again* Why did you run?!?!"

Brownleather finally finds the mans wallet, and in it his card reveals that the man is a Muslim. Immediately, he slapps a pair of handcuffs on the bloody, broken man, and hauls him off to a nearby car

Brownleather: "Well, we got one of them. Thats one more of these things of the street."

132 and Bush, I've got him at gunpoint

Tonight for the first time in history, thanks to the new policy of glasnost, the world will ride along with men and women of the Karshkovian Militia, the nation's national police force. An international television event!

Three-star General speaks to the camera in Russian while a translator speaks to the audience in English.

Translator: You have to be highly educated, knowledgeable in many areas, strong, physically prepared and often recruits don't realize how difficult our course is, and they can't make it through the rigorous training of the Karshkovia Militia.

Various shots are shown of the mixed class of men and women rising in the morning, going through PT, Law classes, Weapons Training, driving skills training, hand to hand combat training, and live action training.

Fades to commercial

Returns from commercial with the COPS logo and the Karshkovia flag flying behind the logo

Black screen with radio chatter, car driving sounds of road bumps and rattles in the car.

Fades to shot of Zostar from the air, along one of the major freeways

(Police officer voice over): We have a...husband or boyfriend beating his significant other and the suspect is still at the location and I take it that the fight is still going on right now where he is beating her still.

Switch scene to a shot from a helicopter looking down on a police car pulled up to a residence and an officer walking to some people on the sidewalk in front of a home

(Officer voice over): One unit has already arrived at the location, there is an additional unit who's been assigned along with us.

Fade to a scene with the camera on the ground walking up to a group of people standing in a driveway. Multiple police officers are there with two paramedics who are tending to a woman sitting on a small curb on the edges of the driveway. She is wearing a blue floral dress which has blood all down the front. Her shoulder length blond hair is also streaked with blood and her beautiful face is streaked with tears. She is sobbing heavily.

(A Male patrol officer in blue briefs a Female National Police Officer on the situation)...not really sure what happened. She's..

(National police officer interrupts): Does she speak English? Russian? Karshka?

Patrol Officer: Oh yeah, she's been traumatized. She says that her foreign boyfriend beat her up. He says she fell. Ah..she..
National Office: Where is he?

Patrol Officer: He's in the back. Evidently ah, there's a baby involved. He's angry but requests we look at the baby. I'm not really clear all what happened here but the two paramedics that were allowed to look at the baby, she says he beat her up.

National Officer: Beat her up? The suspect or the baby?

Patrol Officer: Beat her, the girlfriend, up yes.

Text appears on the screen identifying the Patrol Officer as "Officer Trest" and the second Patrol Officer as "Officer Mikilov". The screen shows the text "Officer Sarov" as the Female National Police Officer is shown. A male National Police Officer is named "Officer Devlit"

Officer Mikilov: She says she has pain in her neck, pain in her back and
she has bruising on her face.
Officer Sarov: Is she going to need to go to the hospital?
Officer Trest: Oh yeah.
Officer Milkilov: Yes, she should go immediately.

As the Sarov walks towards the women, the Patrol Officers follow. Sarov bends down to speak with the sobbing woman who is holding a large ice pack on her face, covering it.

Officer Sarov: Hi, can you tell me your name?
Sobbing woman: Kate....mi....a

Officer Sarov: Katemia, I'm Officer Sarov of the National Police, can you move the ice packs so I can see your face, please?

Katemia moves the icepack away showing a stunningly beautiful face covered in blood, her once perfect nose is flattened against the right side of her face, obviously broken and bruised. Her left eye is swollen shut and as big as a small chick egg. She is bleeding from multiple cuts on her face. All the officers take an involuntary breath and some look away.

Officer Sarov: Oh god, oh...Oh yeah. She's going.
Officer Mikilov: Mother of...
Officer Trest: *Swears under his breath*
Officer Sarov: Katemia, where else are you hurt?

Katemia sobs and speaks to another woman, in Karshka, who is stated to be the next door neighbor. She is holding Katemia's hand and listening. The officers keenly listen. One medic speaks into his shoulder mic, asking for the ambulance to step it up, and Officer Sarov writes notes on a small pad of paper.

Nina (next door neighbor): She says he threw her against the wall and when she bounced off, he shoved her against it again, then he hit her with a closed fist.

Officer Sarov: Katemia, where did he hit you with his fist? In the face?

Officer Sarov points to the bridge of her nose and her cheeks when asking the question

Katemia: Y..Ye..Yeash. He hiths me riaght heere (she points to her stomach) and heerth (she points to her back with the flat of her right hand) and heere (she points to her face, tears still falling quickly like a river. She places the icepack and speaks again in rapid Karshka to her friend, Nina)

Nina: She said that he also struck at her face once more but she blocked his strike with her arm and it hurts her very much now.

One of the medics speaks up: I checked it and she does have a fractured bone in her arm.

Officer Sarov sighs: Alright, I'll be right back Katemia.

Officer Sarov puts away her notepad and follows Officer Devlit up the driveway and towards the house.

Officer Devlit: He says she fell.
Officer Sarov: Yes
Officer Devlit: And she says she was beaten?
Officer Sarov: Yes
Officer Devlit: Do we have a felony or misdemeanor there?
Officer Sarov: We got a felony. A major felony.

The officers approach a man in a white windbreaker and blue jeans.

Officer Devlit: Is this him? What does he have in his waist there?
Officer Sarov: Looks like just his shirt.
Officer Devlit to a patrol officer walking out of the house with the baby: Is this the boyfriend ?

The man and the officer nod
Patrol Officer with the baby: Yeah, this is the child in question here. We are going to take her out the the mother. We checked and the baby is fine.

Officer Devlit nods then turns to the boyfriend: What's going on this afternoon sir? No weapons on you I trust?

Husband raises his arms: No sir, nothing on me
The man turns around arms raised and the officers take his arms while Officer Devlit tells the man to be still while he is patted down.

Officer Devlit: Why don't you tell my partner here what happened? Put your hands down, you aren't going to fight us.
The boyfriend doesn't speak
Officer Sarov: What is your name first?
Boyfriend: Carlos
Officer Sarov: Carlos, why don't you tell me what happened.
Carlos: She and I were fighting and she tried to get me to hit her but I wouldn't because I don't want to hit her. The laws in Karshkovia are not like Tazhistan right? She tried to get me in trouble with you because she is upset.

Officer Sarov: Ok, fine, what I want to know is did you push her, shove her or hit her or anything?
Carlos: What? No! Look she scratched me right here on my arm, she bit me on the neck and..
Officer Sarov: Ok, ok, stop. Whatever she did, I'll ask her. What did you do to her?
Carlos: What did I do to her? I told her I don't want nothing to do with her at ALL. Because in my home country there are so many women, young women, pretty women...you know?
Officer Sarov: That's fine, but that doesn't answer my question.
Carlos: What? I told you, I do nothing. Nothing. No-thing to her. Open your ears.
Officer Sarov sighs and makes repeated motions for the man to turn around: Ok. Alright sir, turn around.
Carlos: Oh what? Are you going to arrest me?
Officer Sarov: Yep
Carlos: Are you really?
Officer Sarov: Yes, put your hands together and interlace your fingers.
Carlos sighs and complies but stomps his foot while cursing in Spanish. Both Officers tell him to relax
Carlos: You *beep* Pigs! Whatever. Yeah. Let's go. Big tough woman with gun thinks she's hot shit. Yeah whatever. Try me without the cuffs chi-ka.

The camera watchs as Carlos is led past his girlfriend and the small group of people around her with his hands in cuffs, Officer Sarov holding his left bicep in her right hand tightly.

Carlos: *Threating his girlfriend in spanish and spitting at Nina*
Officer Sarov yanks on Carlos' arm and he spins towards her kicking her hard in the stomach, knocking her off her feet and onto the ground. Officer Devlit quickly grabs his retractable baton and hits Carlos hard in the back of his left thigh multiple time very quickly, dropping Carlos to the ground. A second Officer tazers Carlos just after Carlos jumped to his feet and made a move towards Katemia.

Officer Devlit: Stay down! Face first. Get on your stomach! Get on your Stomach! Get on your stomach right now or you are going to get tazed again. Get on your stom...now stay there! You alright Sarov?
Officer Sarov: *coughs* Never better. Get him in the back of the car.

The other officers man-handled a resisting and swearing Carlos into the car, where he tries to kick out the window of the squadcar. The officers subdue him with mace when he does not stop attacking them, then lash his feet together and tie them to the floor of the car.

The scene cuts to a shot from another car looking at the patrol car with carlos in it driving down the street.

Carlos: You think I am going to jail? You can't arrest me or detain me! I have diplomatic immunity! My father is the Ambassador from the Empire of Tazhistan. What do you think? I'm some dumb idiota?

Officer Sarov: Actually, yes. You are being charged with a 7-28 and a 4-43
Carlos: Numbers? What are the real charges you think you have?
Officer Devlit: Aggravated Domestic Assault, Aggravated Assault on a Law Officer, Aggravated Assault on an Officer of the Karshkovian Government. Any one of those crimes voids your diplomatic immunity.
Carlos: Bullshit on you!

The scene cuts to the officers putting Carlos in his own holding cell where he threatens the camera and the officers, kicking the cell bars repeatedly. The scene switches to Officer Sarov and Devlit talking in an office with their commanding officer

CO: So how bad is it?
Officer Devlit: He pushed his girlfriends nose all the way over to the side of her face. Her nose is ...god...her face too. It's really bad, Sir. Worst I've seen in my ten years. He has an attitude about women in general it seems.
Officer Sarov: Also likes to push that he has diplomatic immunity
CO Laughs: Yeah, not so much. With these charges? He is going to prison for a very long time.

Fade out to the COPS logo. Voice over of Officer Sarov "Justice is Served"

The RABC logo, six worlds around a sun, flashes up on the screen, captioned by the letters "RABC DVD".

Cut to a Republic Interplanetary Military and Civil Ordinaries Police station. Holographic displays showing road maps and auxiliary data are sliding across the walls. Two male police officers are in front of the camera: Senior Sergeant Mike Jones and Officer Hugo Sierra.

JONES: I've been in the force for three years now. I really enjoy working here at the New Brisbane central office... the people are great and you can carry out your responsibilities with pride.

SIERRA: I've been around for seven months. I used to work on Novus Ceti b, but I got bored of the desert territory and frankly hostile colonists. I requested a transfer up here.

Fade screen to black. Fade back to image to show what appears to be the view from a blue and gold aeroplane. It is in fact a RIMCOP aircar. A flame-painted aircar hurtles past beside them, and the camera tilts as the pilot takes off in pursuit.

SIERRA: Base, this is RIMCOP Delta Sierra Juliet. We've got a five-oh-five alpha slash five ten at about a thousand metres above the intersection of First Brigitte and Justine Streets-- whoa!

Another five flame aircars whoosh past. The aircar is buffeted by the turbulence. Suddenly, kinetic impacts ring across the windscreen. There's no sound, thanks to the field-reinforced glass.

SIERRA: (slightly stressed) Base, this is RIMCOP Delta Alpha Juliet. We've got armed hostiles above corner First Brigitte and Justine, that's a four one seven... I think it also counts as a two four five, over.

JONES, the pilot: Hugo, calm down, I've done this before, and do I look like I've died? No.

SIERRA: Whoa--! Base, requesting back...aaahhhh...!

The aircar rotates 180 degrees to finish upside down as yet another flight of flame aircars swoops across.

SIERRA: Base, we've got a positive ident on the cars, they're JayHawks.

BASE ON RADIO: Roger that, Delta Alpha Juliet, sending in backup, over.

Base coordinator switches to broadcasting on all channels.

BASE: All units, we've got a ten ten at the intersection of First Brigitte and Justine, and for the new guys, that's a fight in progress.

Base coordinator switches back to singular engagement.

BASE: You sure stirred up a hell of a storm out there.

JONES: Base, it's my job.

SIERRA: Base, Mike says it's his job, over.

A squadron of RIMCOPs finally arrives, and RIMCOP-DAJ boosts forward to lead the formation. Much dipping and flying through of alleys is done, until finally a projectile blazing with sparks is fired from the airtruck at the back. One of the JayHawk vehicles is struck, and a clear bluish sphere immediately expands out from it, neutralising the other JayHawks. Suddenly, a man with a purple shirt and green pants leans out of the lead JayHawk car's sunroof and fires a rifle shot at the RIMCOP squad.

SIERRA: Delta Bravo November, it's heading for--

An explosion resounds and one of the RIMCOP aircars drops out of the sky in flaming pieces. This is obviously RIMCOP-DBN.

RIMCOP-DZF, over radio: That's a fatality!

RIMCOP-DAA, over radio: Confirm that, we've got no life signs from the car.

RIMCOP-DAA, an air truck, boosts forward and over the squadron, ramming into a JayHawk vehicle. The vehicle falls fifty feet, to bounce just above the ground on emergency power. A hand moves across a computer console in front of the camera, and the camera suddenly shoots downwards until the JayHawk vehicle is right in front of it. The clicking of a rifle is heard.

SIERRA: Freeze!

The camera wobbles quickly over to the car, stopping next to one of the doors. A hand, presumably Sierra's, forcefully applies an electronic device of some sort to the door, which bursts open to reveal a dazed JayHawk. The hand pulls him out of the car and applies another electronic device to the back of his neck.

SIERRA: Positive ident, this is Mulligan Kingsley, convicted... whoa, seventeen times. You must be proud of yourself.

KINGSLEY: F**k off... mmggmmphhh!

Jones applies a gun to the man's back, while somehow one-handedly handcuffing him.

JONES: Now, old chap, I'm not going to read you your full Miranda rights, because I'm sure you've heard them many times before... well, seventeen. However, you have the right to remain silent, the right to a lawyer, and anything you say can and will be used against you in court.

Screen fades to a blue tinge. Jones' voice says 'Justice is Served,' and the COPS logo appears on the screen.

(OOC: Great idea. Although my RP won't be based on COPS, but on the Dutch equivalent of it, Blik op de Weg. Mostly focuses on traffic police, though.)

A86 Ciminna-Pavignano, San Giustra

The interior of a Monteluci Duca V8 in police trim is shown. Two police officers occupy the front seats, both on the lookout for possible traffic crimes.

Narrator: But sometimes, people do not give up that quick.

The output from the front-facing dashboard camera is shown, displaying a VLT L7 V12 driving in front of the police vehicle. It mostly frequents the outer left lane, averaging around 200 km/h.

The image then returns to the two officers, calmly moving behind the L7 at the same pace.

'Stretch of Autobahn with no speed limit. Averaging around 200 is not strange, but he's on the left lane way too often. Seems like he's sticking to it.' The passenger, Traffic Officer Luca Cattaneo says to both his partner and the camera.

Suddenly, the car swerves to the right, and uses the hard shoulder to pass an overtaking car on the two-lane Autobahn.

Narrator: But that's prohibited. Our driver for today, Romano Calabresi, decides to use the normal procedure for stopping another vehicle.

The Police vehicle waits before the overtaking car returns to it's own lane, before accelerating and closing in on the L7 again. While it overtakes the L7 at a pace of around 240 km/h, a LED matrix sign on the back appears, displaying the words 'STOP - POLICE'. As soon as the matrix pops up, the L7 accelerates, and overtakes the 450 horsepower Monteluci Duca over the hard shoulder.

'He's on the run. Contact the Autobahnpolizei in Pavignano and call for a highspeed interceptor. we are going to need one, I cannot keep up with him.' Romano orders Luca, while he engages Blue/blue and the vehicles' sirens. On the background, the howling V8 engine catapults the vehicle to speeds far beyond 250 km/h.

'Attention Pavignano, this is 91-783. I repeat, Pavignano, 91-783 here. In pursuit of a VLT L7, SG-PA-GH78125. He is not obeying our orders to stop. Requesting a high-speed interceptor on the A86 from Ciminna to Pavignano, Hectometer 81.8 Right at the moment. Repeat, VLT L7, SG-PA-GH78125, A86 Hectometer 81.8 Right. High-speed interceptor please, speeds in excess of 250.. no, 280 km/h.'

'Ok, 91-783, Request acknowledged. 91-889 and 91-512, do you mind assisting 91-783 in this matter? Pavignano station out.'

'Roger, Pavignano station, 91-889 and 91-512 on their way, Prio 1.'

’91-783, this is Pavignano. The VLT L7, SG-PA-GH78125, is a vehicle originating from Pavignano, region of San Giustra. The driver of this vehicle is sought for drugs trafficking.’

While the radio traffic continues, the chase went on. The VLT mostly kept left, but the Monteluci was unable to overtake the 650 horsepower L7, and even had trouble keeping up with the VLT.

'Pavignano, all units in the area, this is 91-783 We are in need of multiple units to coordinate a traffic jam manoeuver, do you copy?'

'91-783, this is Pavignano, we copy. We will allow multiple other units to assist. Pavignano Polizia Communale has also been called up and will block all motorway entrances and exits.'

Narrator: The officers are calling for what is called a traffic jam manoeuver. In this operation, police units block all entrances and exits to the Autobahn, and slow down traffic in order to slow down the suspect aswell. This operation has been proven succesful many times.

On the opposite side of the Autobahn, sirens approached aswell, and passed quickly, followed by a might V12 roar. The high speed interceptor braked, turned around by utilising an exit and entering the other side of the motorway again, before accelerating quickly, sirens blaring and blue/blue on.

The high-speed interceptor was, in fact, a Ferrari 599 GTB Fiorano with F1 gearbox. It was as fast as the L7, and was already starting to close in on the vehicle, when the L7 suddenly braked, and attempted to exit the Autobahn. What the driver of the VLT didn’t expect, however, was that the local Pavignano police had already blocked the exit, by placing a patrol car and several pylons on it. The BMW 335i Touring had just barely set up it’s roadblock, when the L7 smashed into one of the pylons, still doing around 150 km/h. However, the VLT carried on, accelerating onto a B-road. As the VLT tried to get away from the Autobahn, it was quickly followed by the two Polizia Autostradale vehicles, a few minutes later followed by the Polizia Communale patrol car.

Narrator: However, the manoeuvre failed, meaning we will still have to carry on in pursuit of the VLT. What the driver didn’t expect, however, was that other vehicles were still underway to block other entrances and exits.

From the onboard camera of the Ferrari, the first in line behind the L7, one could see that another Polizia Communale BMW approached from the other way, blue lights flashing and two-tone sirens blaring. As the occupants of the BMW also saw the convoy approaching, they threw the vehicle around, blocking the road ahead. The VLT had to floor the brake pedal in order to stop the 1800 kg saloon car just before the 3-series BMW, but tried to get off by turning into the opposite direction again. This, however, was blocked by the pursuing vehicles now approaching from the back. As the driver of the L7 realised it was over, he gave up and halted the vehicle. A group of four Polizia Autostradale officers come running at the VLT, opening the driver door of the car. The man is quickly pulled out of the vehicle and handcuffed, before being transferred to the Monteluci Duca police vehicle.

Narrator: The driver was confirmed to be the drugs runner. He did not resist to arrest, and was transported to the Pavignano police station, where he was locked away. The VLT was confiscated, as is his driving license. Now, a few months later, a Van Luxemburger court has decided he will receive 3 years of imprisonment, and will permanently lose his driving license and car, as well as pay a fine of 4,000 Van Luxemburger Florins. The VLT L7 was sold off by The Domains, a governmental auction of permanently confiscated goods.

'COPS' is filmed on location with the men and women of the Kalbekistan National Police Force. All suspects are presumed innocent until found guilty in a court of law. The following episode contains scenes that may be upsetting to certain members of the audience. Viewer discretion is advised.

The camera in the rear seat of the patrol car was making Officer Hakeem Al-Musad uncomfortable. A career officer, he always felt that televising his activities on duty was trivialising the important duty of protecting the public. Still, since the Republic had opened its borders to greater international contact, the government was anxious to prove its willingness to enter the world stage, and this was one example of this policy.

Al-Musad cleared his throat, glancing momentarily over his shoulder at the camera whirring pointedly in his direction. "I've been in the National Police for twenty years," he said, flipping the indicator to take a turn down Mussak Street in busy downtown Ashgabat, capital of Kalbekistan. "It's been an interesting job, seeing the change on the streets between Soviet control and the new democratic government. We're a little more...constrained by our actions in comparison to then."

In the passenger seat, Officer Hakim Talshad smiled at his senior's remarks. Only two years within the service, Talshad was definately a newer breed of police officer entering the agency; a calmer and more calculated man compared to his more gung-ho senior partner. He gazed out of the window, watching people on the sidewalks as they went about their business in the hot mid-day sun.

Al-Musad continued speaking to the camera in response to the interviewer's questions. "Has crime gone up since the end of Soviet rule? Well, I can't say that it's changed that much; low-life scum is low-life scum. It's certainly reported more than in the past, and we're generally more official about dealing with trouble-makers than before, but there isn't a marked difference." Al-Musad glanced back at the camera once more. "I like to keep my streets safe, and I think my beat is pretty calm when it's compared to the rest of the country."

No sooner had the Officer spoken those words than something hit the car with an almighty crash. Glass splintered from the windshield, and the camera dropped momentarily as its user was knocked unexpectedly from his seat. There was loud swearing in Kalbeki and Arab as the cameraman righted himself, dragging the camera up to see the bloodied face of a man through the battered windshield, his body draped limply across the front half of the vehicle. Al-Musad was pulling himself up straight in his seat, and took a breath. "What the hell?" he shouted, glancing at Officer Talshad. His partner, breathing hard, shrugged. The two officers slowly opened their car doors and stepped out into the road, peering up into the sunlight. They had pulled up nearby an apartment block, one of the older Soviet buildings designed as low-cost housing for workers. One window was open on the third floor.

Al-Musad muttered to himself, looking across at Talshad as the cameraman climbed out of the vehicle and took the scene in. "Hakim, keep those people away," he said, referring to the bystanders who were advancing on the car. "I'm going to go check this out." Reaching for his sidearm, Al-Musad approached the front of the building.

A hail of bullets bit at the road around the officer, and Al-Musad swore as he quickly turned and ran back towards his partner and the camera, diving behind the patrol car, the cameraman managed to get a glimpse at the open window and see a masked person aiming an Kalashnikov at the car before dropping into cover himself. The camera whirled around as bullets smashed the glass of the patrol car and focused on Officer Talshad shouting into his radio as Al-Musad unholstered his weapon and tried to glance around the side of the car.

"...I repeat, this is Able-Four-Five," Talshad was shouting over the sound of the bullets and the screams of running bystanders. "Armed gunman, Apartment Block Three, corner of Mussak Street and Presidential Lane. Armed Response needed."

The radio crackled. "Able-Four-Five, Armed Response is on the way, but eta is ten minutes."

"Damn!" Al-Musad shouted, grabbing his own radio. "Able-Four-Five to Control, request permission for lethal force in containing gunman."

There was a brief pause. "Able-Four-Five, this is Watch Officer Kalhad," a different voice replied. "You have permission to use lethal force as last resort measure."

"Thankyou," Al-Musad muttered to himself, keeping low as the gunman continued firing. Glancing over at Talshad, he licked his lips nervously. "Okay Hakim, I need to you to break left from cover."

Hakim looked at his partner increduously. "You're joking right?" he hissed. Another few bullets hit the car, causing them both to duck lower.

Al-Musad glared at him. "Look, I'm the better shot than you and I need him distracted," he shouted. "Just do it."

Talshad swore to himself, and nodded. Al-Musad took a breath and turned to the building, hiding by the front axle. "On three!" He shouted. "One, two, three!"

The camera caught Officer Talshad break cover and begin running. A split second later, bullets were biting at the road behind him. The camera swung as Al-Musad sprang up from his position and fired off several rounds. The Kalashnikov ceased, and the camera panned up just to see the gunman grab the window frame for support before slithering to the ground.

Al-Musad dropped back again, taking a deep breath as he waited to Talshad to return. Taking a moment to glance at the camera he had forgotten was there, Al-Musad shrugged. "We have our off-days occasionally," he managed.

The gunman was later identified as Al-Muzaq Kaleea, a man with several criminal charges and suspected links to an extremist Islamic organisation within Kalbekistan. The victim's identity was withheld for privacy reasons, but was revealed to be known to his killer, and suspected of dealing drugs.