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Reporting...	Welcome to D.C. The officers worked the crime scene for hours, gleaning any evidence and information they could from what was left. Klein had photos of everything in the workshop, and had instructed officers to bag up some key items. Outside, Rodecker had finished up with the drug evidence. "So what do think kid?" Rodecker asked, lighting up a cigarette as they crossed back out of the police line. "They were definately building something in there. I can't help but think the drugs were just providing the finances for whatever it was. I don't have enough to say they were building a Gundam yet, but what else could it be if they were making a custom Powered Armor in there?" Klein said, turning toward the street to hail a cab as Rodecker stopped at his car. "Hey dumbass!" Rodecker yelled to Klein, "Get in the car already... can't have our detectives taking cabs everywhere, we'll be a laughingstock." The unmarked police car cruised away from the warehouse quietly, the two detectives not interested in conversation. Now and then the radio chimed in a crime in progress, but nothing they were in position to respond to. Just as the car pulled up to a stoplight, alongside a large commercial van, the radio crackled to life with an urgent call. "All units, hostage situation in progress! Five powered armor units have taken hostages in the Double B Bank on 5th and Commerce. Suspects match description of those wanted in connection with multiple murder and drug charges. Requesting SWAT and sniper teams ASAP." "Hey that sounds like our runners, lets go!" Lucas shouted, silenced by the hand of his superior. "Think before you talk, are we SWAT or snipers? Are we anywhere near 5th and Commerce? Do you even have a Powered Armor to do any good at the scene? Unless you can fit a Zaku up your ass, I'd say that's three reasons to leave it to SWAT." Rodecker calmly explained, Lucas wasn't convinced. "You've got a Zaku in the trunk right? If you don't wanna take this call fine, just let me out at the next light." "Still not thinking, it's setup for me, you can't just strap it on and expect it to work right. If you wanna go that bad, just wait till we get back to hq, and get your Zaku and go. By then the situation should be handled though." The light turned green, and traffic began to move again. The van beside them pulled ahead, and turned into their lane, allowing cars to pass the less agressively driving vehichles. Rodecker frowned as he stared ahead, something didn't sit well about this van. It's driver was following the law, but the way it moved felt... nervous. Reaching across the dashboard, he pulled an oldschool portable roof light out of the glovebox, plugged it in and sat it atop the car, flipping it on as red light danced across the surrounding cars and a siren chirped once to signal the van to pull over. "Sit tight kid, I'm gonna go have a chat." Rodecker said. Klein sat unhappily and watched as Rodecker walked calmly up to the van, knocking on the driver's window. It rolled down, and Rodecker found himself staring at a rather large gun. His reflexes were sharp for someone his age though, and he ducked away just before the first shot tore through the space he was standing in, and shredded the roof of a passing car. The van's tires spun as it roared away. Rodecker stumbled back to the car, and hit the gas before even shutting his door. "Call it in kid! You wanted action, looks like you got it!"
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