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Reporting...	Welcome to D.C. The harsh coastal climate beat down on highway 395 as a grey sedan cruised through traffic, just slightly above the speed limit. Reclined in the driver's seat, Lucas Klein lazily maneuvers the large car into the passing lane. He'd been in DC less than a week, and this was the fourth crime scene he was called to. He couldn't be bothered to hurry though, since as usual the suspect had already fled the scene. His mind began to slip away to a memory he wasn't fond of, rain, blood, and a metal adversary called 'Gundam'. Before he fell completely into retrospect, his radio caught his attention. "All units, suspect sighted moving north on 12th. Suspect is foot-mobile in powered armor." "Dispacth can I get a description?" Lucas asked, eager to do whatever he could to bring another perp down. "Suspect powered armor is a Powered GM type, orange and white. Zaku squad is in pursuit, but can't keep up. Be advised, suspect is armed and dangerous." "That's ok," Klein said, "I'm just gonna trip him up a bit." Flipping on the hidden lights and siren, his car accelerated and forced it's way off the highway and onto H street. Traffic was getting out of his way nicely, so Lucas floored it, signalling the Zaku squad on the radio. "This is 719, en route to 12th street, can I get a location on the suspect?" "This is Zaku unit 3, he just jumped G street! Bastard's got some serious horsepower..." "Good, I'll head him off at 12th and H, get ready to take him down." Lucas replied, approaching the intersection at full speed, and smiling as the suspect opted not to jump over this street. With a hard jerk on the handbrake and a rake of the steering wheel, the heavy car slid into a spin, swinging it's tailend like a hammer into the fast-moving powered armor. The sudden crash embedded the Powered GM in the rear quarter-panel of the car, it's pilot dazed and motionless. Lucas chewed on a mouthfull of airbag as he heard the Zakus approach, silently thanking the metal hand which punched through his windshield and ripped away the airbag. "You ok detective?" The Officer asked, offering a hand to the dizzied driver as his allies arrested the pinned suspect. "Ugh... I only meant to trip him... guess I'm takin a cab to the crime scene." Lucas muttered, lighting up a cigarette and hailing a taxi.
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