["Attention all units, the suspect has fled the scene--"
Officer Izunia has been following the entire drama unfold from the safety of his squad car this afternoon. He was just about to get off his shift when the call from dispatch came through. Instead of getting his afternoon macchiato, the officer found himself now in the middle of this chase throughout the city for a young man between 5'7 and 5'9 with jet black hair wielding a Japanese katana. While he certainly has his misgivings about being dragged into trouble so late in his shift, Fynn wasn't about to just pretend he didn't hear the call and just go off the clock.
Though, in the back of his mind, he sort of wish he did just that.]
The frickin' moon must be out for this kind of lunacy to happen.
[He grumbles angrily as he steps out of his car. After locking up the car, the officer took a moment to stretch his limbs before jogging up the block. From last he heard, the man was somewhere by Grove Street and Delancey but the altercation took place near the Trevelyan Clinic in Chata just moments ago. Armed with his service pistol, Fynn somewhat wished he still had Togusa's Mateba from yesterday. This town is going completely batshit and he needs something more than just Standard Issue to take some of these perps down.]
[Fynn turns the next corner by the intersection and comes to a slow halt once he caught a glint of steel. It's then that he spots the youth nearby just staring at him like a chocobo in headlights.]
...Oh shi--!
[Years of training just doesn't prepare you for the real deal. For a hot second, Fynn mind goes blank before suddenly his hands is upon his gun.]
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Officer Izunia has been following the entire drama unfold from the safety of his squad car this afternoon. He was just about to get off his shift when the call from dispatch came through. Instead of getting his afternoon macchiato, the officer found himself now in the middle of this chase throughout the city for a young man between 5'7 and 5'9 with jet black hair wielding a Japanese katana. While he certainly has his misgivings about being dragged into trouble so late in his shift, Fynn wasn't about to just pretend he didn't hear the call and just go off the clock.
Though, in the back of his mind, he sort of wish he did just that.]
The frickin' moon must be out for this kind of lunacy to happen.
[He grumbles angrily as he steps out of his car. After locking up the car, the officer took a moment to stretch his limbs before jogging up the block. From last he heard, the man was somewhere by Grove Street and Delancey but the altercation took place near the Trevelyan Clinic in Chata just moments ago. Armed with his service pistol, Fynn somewhat wished he still had Togusa's Mateba from yesterday. This town is going completely batshit and he needs something more than just Standard Issue to take some of these perps down.]
[Fynn turns the next corner by the intersection and comes to a slow halt once he caught a glint of steel. It's then that he spots the youth nearby just staring at him like a chocobo in headlights.]
...Oh shi--!
[Years of training just doesn't prepare you for the real deal. For a hot second, Fynn mind goes blank before suddenly his hands is upon his gun.]
Freeze! Hands up, now!