- Joined
- May 30, 2012
- Messages
- 21,724
- Reaction score
- 5,358
- Pronouns
- She/Her
All Lily heard was the sound of her boots pounding the pavement, the distant sound of their shoes doing the same, similar yet different. Both of their heavy breathing from the exertion of the chase. All other sounds did not matter. They were distant. Faraway. It was just her and this criminal, this one that thought they could elude her. Too bad for them she was stubborn as hell. And since they had turned off into less crowded areas she had started pushing herself to close the gap. A two-way street was coming up. To the right, more dead area, to the left, people. She hoped they didn’t go to the left.
And they went to the left. Now she was going to be back with crowds. Good thing she wasn’t alone. “Suspect heading towards Ave. N and 51st. Try to close them off,” she quickly called into her transceiver. “Fodder don’t get yourself killed,” she added at the end with a smile.
“Seriously? When will you guys not say that?” a male voice asked over it.
“When Lily dies first,” came a female voice over the transceiver.
Lily Steele was hands down considered the best detective rank officer in White City. However, with her amazing skills came bad luck for her partners. They usually got themselves killed to the point she merely referred to them as fodder. Though her current one had been with her for a little over a year so he had definitely earned their respect, though they still called him Fodder. It made Lily quite happy to have such good detectives backing her up.
Of course her joy was short lived as the suspect she followed chose to go to the worse place possible, and the place that Lily would have rather been today than chasing down the current criminal. Today was a science convention, and she would have loved to be there showing off everything she created. And now she would probably be fighting inside of it. Fun.
The moment they entered the place, she lost the suspect in the crowd. “Seriously?” she asked to no one. “I’ve lost the suspect in the Science Convention. And no I did not lead them here. They led me,” she told the others before quickly starting to look for the suspect, walking so as not to attract too much attention.
@Yun
And they went to the left. Now she was going to be back with crowds. Good thing she wasn’t alone. “Suspect heading towards Ave. N and 51st. Try to close them off,” she quickly called into her transceiver. “Fodder don’t get yourself killed,” she added at the end with a smile.
“Seriously? When will you guys not say that?” a male voice asked over it.
“When Lily dies first,” came a female voice over the transceiver.
Lily Steele was hands down considered the best detective rank officer in White City. However, with her amazing skills came bad luck for her partners. They usually got themselves killed to the point she merely referred to them as fodder. Though her current one had been with her for a little over a year so he had definitely earned their respect, though they still called him Fodder. It made Lily quite happy to have such good detectives backing her up.
Of course her joy was short lived as the suspect she followed chose to go to the worse place possible, and the place that Lily would have rather been today than chasing down the current criminal. Today was a science convention, and she would have loved to be there showing off everything she created. And now she would probably be fighting inside of it. Fun.
The moment they entered the place, she lost the suspect in the crowd. “Seriously?” she asked to no one. “I’ve lost the suspect in the Science Convention. And no I did not lead them here. They led me,” she told the others before quickly starting to look for the suspect, walking so as not to attract too much attention.
@Yun