Police Officer Drawing Novels & Stories

, I tell him sternly to which he moved his head side to look at his other mates, after receiving a approving nod from them he dropped me on my legs and I sigh in relief. “god I thought I was gonna puke on you”, I tell patting his shoulder and walk towards the officer. “Officer brake”, I read his name on the name tag and give him a bear hug which he didn’t gave back standing still in his place as if a statue he is. “cheer up, give lots of love to your daughter”, I tell him as I take out my phone from my jeans to click a good picture of us.

Ronan found this quite hard to believe. Wilbur nodded, and Ronan quickly returned to his senses as he hurried to call for a professional sketch artist from the police force. Once that was done, he returned to Special Forces with Wilbur and Ryder. Due to the special authority that the Special Forces department held, it was not long before the sketch artist arrived to draw the suspect's portrait according to WIlbur's descriptions.

Pete’s entire body went cold instantly. His hands slowly released the fence. Pete obeyed, his breathing fast and trembling. His arms rose weakly into the air while his heartbeat pounded painfully against his chest. Sweat rolled down the side of his face as he slowly turned around completely. The officer approached cautiously, keeping his weapon steady. Pete looked defeated already. The little hope of escaping disappeared completely from his face. His legs even felt weak beneath him. The officer moved closer gently. “Mr. Pete Jordan,” the officer said, stepping closer, reaching for his hands bro cuff him. “You're under arrest for reckless driving and attempted murder. You have the right to re

Now, he was without weapons, and I was without weapons as well. “Now, we can fight man to man!” I smirked at him as I hit his face with a slap! He got up and clenched his fist. This had gotten hella interesting. To this, I smirked again. A policeman who knew he should defend himself when his weapons had been taken away was worth more than 4 stars. But why was this policeman having just 1 star? Was he a bottom-ranked officer? I began to see lapses in his fighting stance. His balance was weak, his fist was not rightly positioned. His fear was evident in his body.

the officer shouted, stress and frustration flowing out with her words, "I'm not leaving until Drew does," I stated as Drew and Tony still struggled on the ground near the knife. The officer groaned as she waved her back up to get Drew out of the fight so the two of us could leave and let them do their jobs, "Drew get out of there!" I yelled as Tony punched him in the gut causing Drew to groan in pain and hunch over, leaving Tony an open opportunity to slam his hands down on Drew's back causing Drw to fall to the ground and cough up blood. I gasped and took a step forward, only to have the officer hold me back from running to Drew,

“That’s… that’s my door too, now.” I reached for her hand and squeezed. “I know.” The officer examined the note without touching it directly, then used a small evidence kit, tweezers, bag, careful motions. Dawson stood behind him, jaw locked. “Sir,” the officer said again, more firmly, “step back.” Dawson took one step back. It was enough to comply. Not enough to relax. The officer peeled the paper free and slid it into a plastic bag. “We’re going to read it,” he said.

Police cars. *****************************************

Lila stated, as she turned around to go through the draws of the office, pulling out a small case of pristine and never used small cards, all made of card board and glossy. She handed one over to the female police officer, who then proceeded to fold it into her note pad, shutting the little book shut with a satisfying thump. Standing up, she gave Lila one last thanks and began making her way out of the room, tapping her co worker on the shoulder as she did so, the other man wearing a slight disgruntled expression on his face as he was forced to end his line of questioning far earlier than he would have liked, and then being removed from an activity that he was clearly enjoying, despite what

Dylan raised a brow at the panic, which is now gone. "Hey there, officer," he made a salute gesture. The police officer looked young. He's probably just graduated college, but Zach admired the tenacity in him. He gave the air of trustworthiness and reliability. He kinda looked familiar, though. The police officer looked at their faces and said, "What are you children doing outside with serial killers on the loose?" "Don't worry, officer, we're on our way home," Zach said, nodding in assurance.

I gently positioned myself so I could easily access my gun in case the officer acted on his suspicions. But I saw him flipping through the drawings and smiling from time to time. “I guess you need help to clean this up,” he said putting everything inside the box before carrying it to the storage room. “Thanks, officer. Please look out for Colette for me,” I requested sincerely. *****