Partners in crime // CLOSED rp - Honeybucky
'911 emergency, we've got a robbery, downtown weapons depo...' The blond reached for his radio, flicking the sirens on on his vehicle as Steve made a swift U-turn to head towards the emergency. "Copy that, Captain Rogers on my way; will call for back up if needed." He murmured into the receiver, barely listening to the hazy response he got in response as the cop turned down yet another street and whizzed through traffic. A weapons depo, that didn't sound good at all, and if he was right it was these damn gangs again. Every week they had a new plan, a new shop to raid, or a new rookie to have incarcerated and honestly, it was rather stressful keeping up with it all; heck, even Steve's dog was feeling the stress, what with the blond fretting about it. Steve pulled up at the somewhat derelict building, hand on his gun as the cop took a quick glance about the building; one entrance, two exits, and a big set of graffiti'd garage doors for truck access... Wonderful. "Initiating radio silence...." This building was positively terrible to inside-of at night, it was a huge expanse of shipping crates and metal staircases, all of which spiralling up to a control loft hovering near the roof which the Captain could only assume was where the workers spent most of their time. A clatter of metal rung through the air and Steven froze, trying to pinpoint it's origin as the sound rang out -followed by a string of swearing- through the shed-like structure. Ascending the stairs, he drew his gun with a wary gulp, gaze finally falling on a man hunched over a series of opened and emptied crates, clad in dark attire save for the crimson insignia that splayed between his shoulder blades. "Police! Place your hands where I can see them and drop any weaponry or I'll open fire."
