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You head for the motor pool after making up your mind. You've spent too long recently dealing in office rooms and crime scenes that are already taped up and being processed, you need to get reacquainted with the streets. When you're packing for one it takes less time to get your shop set up and your bag loaded in the back. It feels lonely pulling out of the station with nobody in your passenger seat but the discomfort of being on your own is matched by a desire to prove yourself, Hawthorne said he had faith in you and you aren't going to let that be for nothing. You lean forward as you hit the main roads, flick on your radio, and wait for the calls to come in...
Some hours pass as you drive the street, petty theft, a few muggings, and other small crimes. You give it a minute or two on open channels always settling back into your route when you hear another unit take the call. You're starting to worry that today might be the first quiet day in Gotham. That's when the call comes in.
"1-Adam-0 we have you marked near Robinson Park, report of a 507, possible 10-50."
Public Disturbance isn't that big of a deal but a 10-50 means drugs, and drugs come with dealers.
"1-Adam-0, Show me responding."
"Copy. Will provide details as they come."
You flick on the lights but leave the sirens silent. One thing you were taught about users is if they hear you coming they'll bolt like rabbits. The park isn't far and before long you're parked up and outside the shop. Your hand grabs the walkie and you radio in.
"Dispatch, show me on scene. Not seeing anything at the park entrance, how are those details coming?"
"Caller describes the subject as 5'10, Caucasian male, wearing "Hippy attire", glasses, and medium length Brown hair."
"Are we talking 'Woodstock' Hippy or 'Cult leader' Hippy?"
"Unknown. Subject last seen near the Finger River bridge."
"Copy." You reply, a little sad you didn't even get a chuckle.
Heading into the park you beeline it for the bridge, a building excitement in your chest as you take some deep breaths. You hadn't been in Robinson Park since you were young and it seems like nothing had changed, the more you thought about it the more it seemed time stood still in Gotham, maybe that's why you love this city so much.
As you round a bend of trees you see two men having a loud argument. One of them you very clearly see is the subject described in the call, he faces off with a man slightly taller than him in joggers attire and points a long silver trash picker at him as they both yell back and forth.
"Dispatch, 1-Adam-0, there appears to be a dispute between two males one of which being our subject. Hold tight I may need a hand."
"Copy that, 1-Adam, be careful."
