All units, all units. 510 in progress.
Forever calm. Dispatchers seemed to be forever calm. It's almost as if she didn't fully comprehend the gravity of the call she was making over the scanner. "All units, all units. 510 in progress; Code 3. Be warned, this is a 10-79. Suspect in a yellow Mach One Mustang traveling west on the Long Island Expressway, mile marker......"
RoboCop was near enough. His most immediate concern instantly became "Uphold the Law" as the mechanical side of him gave it's cold, nigh-irrefutable suggestion. The pedal of his police cruiser hit the floor as he entered the highway, activating the sirens and lights to cut through the traffic. The bright high beams cut through the dark, moonless night, guiding the vehicle down the road at 120mph, very near it's top speed. At 3:00am, most police would have been rather dull by this point. Probably the very reason this attempt was being made. The cyborg police officer never tires, however.
He was closing in on the suspect rapidly, given his intercept computations and the fact that he was actually approaching the subject vehicle head on. In a sudden maneuver that flesh police officers dare not attempt, he swerved through a restricted access break in the median (at around 55mph) and put the hammer down in the opposite direction. The poor tires of the thing struggled feebly to keep up with RoboCop's inputs, whispering loudly to one another in protest at every sharp movement of the wheel. And yet, as close as they came, none ever broke free. His car began to get back up to speed just as the suspect passed at 110mph.
510 in progress. The....flesh... part of him already knew this was a speeding vehicle. But it was the 10-79 that....concerned him. The suspect was threatening to have a bomb, and there were two very obvious targets ahead, at the end of the expressway.
Police HQ and City Hall.
RoboCop was near enough. His most immediate concern instantly became "Uphold the Law" as the mechanical side of him gave it's cold, nigh-irrefutable suggestion. The pedal of his police cruiser hit the floor as he entered the highway, activating the sirens and lights to cut through the traffic. The bright high beams cut through the dark, moonless night, guiding the vehicle down the road at 120mph, very near it's top speed. At 3:00am, most police would have been rather dull by this point. Probably the very reason this attempt was being made. The cyborg police officer never tires, however.
He was closing in on the suspect rapidly, given his intercept computations and the fact that he was actually approaching the subject vehicle head on. In a sudden maneuver that flesh police officers dare not attempt, he swerved through a restricted access break in the median (at around 55mph) and put the hammer down in the opposite direction. The poor tires of the thing struggled feebly to keep up with RoboCop's inputs, whispering loudly to one another in protest at every sharp movement of the wheel. And yet, as close as they came, none ever broke free. His car began to get back up to speed just as the suspect passed at 110mph.
510 in progress. The....flesh... part of him already knew this was a speeding vehicle. But it was the 10-79 that....concerned him. The suspect was threatening to have a bomb, and there were two very obvious targets ahead, at the end of the expressway.
Police HQ and City Hall.