InsaneJournal

Damned and heated
Date: March 2nd, 2013
Time: 10:16 pm
Location: Streets
Characters: Ross Richards, Zoryana Raqure
Description: Someone did something very badly, stolen cop car and one pissed off female in pursuit.
Status: Private, in progress.

It was supposed to be an easy night, something that came to Zoryana like a thorn in her side. Easy nights meant that there were things happening in town and frankly, Zoryana already had enough for her own dose. She had come to terms with the fact that things beyond her understand actually existed, that they were in the same clothing and that looked completely normal as the next person did. It was never meant to be like that. At least, not in her book. Then again, she was the cop who was housing a criminal, who slept with the same criminal and who even made breakfast and enjoyed the moments that they spent with one another.

Zoryana Raqure didn't get a say in what was normal anymore.

Officer Raqure, we have a report of a stolen officer car in your block, are you able to pursue. No later the words came over the radio to jar Zoryana out of the thoughts that she was having. She was still trying to forget the fact that she saw a woman cut herself, heal and then another few incidents happened in which she witnessed a few other things that normal never did cover. She blinked down towards the radio, taking her eyes off of the road for a moment as she canted her head. Why not, it wasn't like she had anything else to do. She was starting up the car again, inching towards the trash can before throwing out the brown bag in which she once had a sandwich, no thank to Ross who had always insisted that she ate while she was on the clock. She was trying to get used to eating, it wasn't something that she did while she was on the clock -- especially not within the patrol car, she always felt as if she would get something on the floor.

She turned over the lights, finally seeing in front of the car before she heard the roar of another car turning the corner. The lights were blazing to her, suddenly wanting to cover her eyes as she hoped that it would turn away from her -- and it had, thankfully. Though, Zoryana did get a quick glimpse of who was driving the stolen car. She wasn't going to wait another moment, Zoryana immediately pulled out, turning on the siren of the patrol car as she shook her head.

Ross Richards was dead, Zoryana decided as she continued to follow the car.