SFO
We got out of the car, five other police officers coming towards us.
"Right guys, suspect is over six foot, white and wearing blue tracksuit bottoms only. No shirt, no shoes. Reported outside the pound shop, no guns drawn until the suspect is visible. Let's go!" Stuart shouted. We walked deeper into the high street. Leon was next to me, Stuart in front.
"I'm sorry." I turned my face to him.
"Yeah, I'm not accepting that," he said bluntly, moving forward. My heart stung, ouch. He was really pissed and I swallowed it down. I would have to deal with this later.
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