"What?!" Everyone around you jumped as your voice raised, the sound echoing around the small room you were stood in. Five other people stood with you, all of them a distance away from your angered figure. Slamming your fist down on your desk you glared at the wooden surface as you said, "Run that by me again."

"The newest Police Officer has taken Oakley and Sivan into custody." One of the men replied, his brown eyes wide as he watched your reaction. A huff fell from your lips as you looked up.

"Howell, Lester I want you searching up as much as you can about this new officer. Hack the police data base, do whatever it takes, I want to know everything about him. Sugg, Deyes, I want you two to map the station. You need to know where everything is, the lay out of the whole place and where the officers stay most of their day. The information better be on my desk by 2100 hours tonight." All four men nodded and hurried from the room to get started.

The final person in the room turned to face you, her own arms folded tightly over her chest. "Do you want me to break the news to Franta?" She questioned, walking forward as your head dropped once more. Since he had started a little over a month ago the newest police officer had caused nothing but trouble for you and your gang. You knew he had spoken to his fellow officers but something told you that that conversation had only spurred him on. It had been three years since one of your own was last caught.

"If you don't mind." She nodded and began walking away, but you stopped her before she could leave. "Keep him company would you? You know how he gets."

"Sure thing. Just don't beat yourself up over this, it wasn't your fault."

"I know, I know. Singh can you watch over everything for a while?" Her head snapped around to face you, her long hair flying out before hitting her in the face causing you to laugh lightly. "I've been watching this new guys round, I want to have a word with him before he returns to the station later. I trust you can keep everything in order for a few hours." You raised an eyebrow at her before flipping your hood up, picking up your personalised baseball bat before joining her at the door.

"Sure thing. Are you taking any back up?" She asked, opening the door for you before closing it. It was your office, she knew she couldn't stay in there.

"No but I'll keep you all posted. I want to have a word with him before we get any more information, I'd rather not put anymore of our own in his way."

"And if he arrests you?"

"Please, every single police officer, present and past, has had a go at catching me. Not one has succeeded, he's not going to be the first." You answered smugly before giving a small wave and leaving the hidden base that had spent years to set up.

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Before you knew it you were stood on street just before the police station, your body leant against the building beside you with your baseball bat resting on your crossed legs. Your arms were folded over your chest as your (E/C) eyes watched the pavement ahead of you. It took twenty minutes for the man you were waiting for to round the corner, his dark brown eyes scanning his surroundings precisely. When he spotted you he paused, his hand dropping to where his gun was resting on his hip.

"Calm down big boy." You cooed, your voice soft and seductive. "If I wanted to hurt you I wouldn't have come alone."

"What do you want?" His voice seemed deeper than when you had first met, but then again when you had first met you did hit him over the head with a baseball bat.

"To talk, that's all."

"How about we talk in my office?"

"I'm not that stupid." Your replied bitterly, pushing yourself off the wall and picking up your bat. "Out here's fine, neutral ground for us both. You think you own these streets, I actually own these streets."

"Using fear to rule isn't exactly the best way."

"But it works." Turning your head to the side you smiled at the woman walking along beside you. She jumped slightly and hurried down the street, disappearing behind the officer in seconds. "No one messes with me and I get what I want. I own pretty much all of this city and I don't like my things being taken from me."

"Such a shame." He pouted before yanking his gun out of its holster and holding it towards you. "Do you want your boys back?"

"I would ask for them back, but I don't need to."

"What are you-" Before he could finish his sentence an explosion sounded from the end of the street, the other four police officers running from the station in a panic. Smoke rose from the building, citizens around you both screaming and running everywhere.

"You see I don't like it when someone has something I want and neither do my people." A grin crossed your face as Oakly, Sivan, Franta, Singh, Deyes and Sugg ran to your side, all of them with their hoods up and hands stuffed in their pockets. "Thank you for your service Officer but this city is ours." With that the seven of you took off down the streets, shouts and gun shots following after you. "You two good?" You questioned the two that had been taken in, turning your head to the side slightly as you all skidded around a corner.

"Better than I've ever been." Oakley replied happily, giving you a thumbs up, he had always wanted to escape from prison.

"An experience I'll never forget that's for sure." Sivan replied, reminding you that he was still new to your way of life.

"Well get used to it because theses more where this came from." You laughed with glee.