Thread: YOU'RE UNDER ARREST {darkest_fate&manofyourdream}

Mark Graham had been tuning out the chatter on his police dispatch for nearly an hour. It had been a grinding day and he had to pull the night shift to boot. He picked this back-road path since it required the least amount of work and tended to nab him at least one drunk or speeder each time he staked it out. Tonight was different. There werent many cars on the road, but then again, it was almost little past 11 and he wasnt the one to complain. It only mean he could actually phase out and maybe take a nap. Hed popped one of the pills from his collection of pharmaceuticals hed confiscated from arrests when hed started his watch, and its calming effect was slowly wearing off. It wasnt some off the counter illegal drug, it helped him focus and keep his mind straight. He contemplated taking another to see what the mixture would do for him since hed never used more than one a night, until he saw the faint glow of approaching headlights. His police cruiser was parked behind an old and dilapidated ground-mounted billboard sign, which in the dark was all but impossible to distinguish. As the car drove by, the radar gun on his dash beeped and read 73. Almost 30 miles per hour over the all-but-nonexistent speed limit for the back roads 45. Mark illuminated his blue and red lights and punched his cruiser into gear and chased down the car, hitting a few notes on his siren until the car would slow down. However, the driver must have driven another three fourth of a mile despite it, almost as if they didnt see him or trying to just ignore him. It also swerved over to the center yellow line as he was riding behind some fancy SUV. He could understand why the speed, the car was a fancy one. Must be one of them rich kids... he muttered to himself as he saw the car before him come to a stop after a less needed chase. A California platehuh, he murmured under his breath. Another few seconds in and he would have called in for a chase, assuming heshe was trying to get away from him. When he saw the brake lights come on, he slowed down himself as he pulled over a few yards away from the other car. After a few seconds, he managed to step out of his car and unhook the torch he had on his belt. All the while, he placed his free hand on the gun holster, just in case he needed to use it and out of an old habit. He was wary as he approached the car, knowing that a secluded road was the prime place for trouble. When he shined his flashlight into the car and saw it was a lone young woman, he relaxed a bit. His light did not stop its assessment of the car and the driver though. At the age of 52, the African American male stood tall like a pole, 6ft 23 inches tall to be precise, long arms off of broad shoulders and all, but the driver wouldnt be able to notice any of it since being blinded by his torch light. Marks imagination was not a polite one, and he was already looking at her as much as he was her car. Both were definitely beautiful the car and its driver. Yes, Ma'am...Do you know why I pulled you over? He said it as he smelled the car for weeds or alcohol. A usual assessment involving a pull over of a teenager. He was going to ask her a series of questions designed to trick her into admitting guilt or allowing him to search her car. If he was going to make all this time waiting out here worth it, he would need to make this stop count. Looking for alcohol in the car or on her or getting her to unwittingly admit speeding or reckless driving was the easiest way. He slowly assessed her, noticing the size of her pupils to catch signs of cocaine or such drugs. However, his eyes didn't move away from those pretty brown eyes and pert lips. You also made me chase you for a mile almost he let that hang, allowing for her to say something in response.