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Submitted On May16/10 Hits 3458 Summary:
A late-night traffic stop becomes anything but routine for this (un)lucky police sergeant.
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Policeman's Ballby: Heuvadoches NaumovaA late-night traffic stop becomes anything but routine ...
The cruiser's lights strobed, splitting the dark in alternating shades of blood and sapphire. The officer scowled at the yellow sports car in the wash of his high beams and upper floods. “Damn joyriding kids,” he thought as he checked the plates against the day's hot-sheet. “Central, this is Patrol Tango Two Three,” he said into the radio. “Ten-twenty, south County Road six three. Ten-two niner. Late model Camero, lime green with purple flames. Local plate as follows: Juliet, alpha, kilo, alpha, lima, oscar, papa, echo. Over.” “Ten by four, Tango Two Three. Standby.” Slowly, he filled out the form while he waited for the warrant check. A pen scratched across the carbon paper, punctuated by the various automated clicks of the light controls. The fan blew cold air from the vents, ruff...
The cruiser's lights strobed, splitting the dark in alternating shades of blood and sapphire. The officer scowled at the yellow sports car in the wash of his high beams and upper floods. “Damn joyriding kids,” he thought as he checked the plates against the day's hot-sheet. “Central, this is Patrol Tango Two Three,” he said into the radio. “Ten-twenty, south County Road six three. Ten-two niner. Late model Camero, lime green with purple flames. Local plate as follows: Juliet, alpha, kilo, alpha, lima, oscar, papa, echo. Over.” “Ten by four, Tango Two Three. Standby.” Slowly, he filled out the form while he waited for the warrant check. A pen scratched across the carbon paper, punctuated by the various automated clicks of the light controls. The fan blew cold air from the vents, ruff...
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