Anon x Spitfire LAPD PiE Day 1

Anon x Spitfire LAPD PiE
DAY 1
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>Urgghh....
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>You groggily open your eyes, looking for the alarm clock as you reach out to turn it off
>*beep bee-
>Success
>Sitting up in the bed, you stretch your arms before standing up and looking around the room
>Enough light from the windows to see most things in the room
>You walk towards the wardrobe, sliding its wooden doors open to reveal several sets of shirts, t-shirts and jeans
>And of course, your uniform with its shiny badge on the left chest area, your name-tag and tie clip glistening in the small bit of sun there is
>Taking the uniform out of the wardrobe, you lay it on your bed taking the uniform trousers, slipping them on and buttoning them up
>Next, you slide a vest on before returning to your wardrobe and removing the police issue Kevlar bulletproof vest, undoing some of its straps and putting it on
>You then slide your uniform top over the bulletproof vest, buttoning it up, fixing your tie, badge and name-tag
>With the main uniform on, you walk towards the set of drawers in your room, removing your duty belt from the third drawer
>Slipping the belt on in the right area, you take the radio mic and clip it to the top of your uniform top
>Finally, you walk to your beside table, opening the drawer and taking out the Beretta M9 inside, checking the magazine and putting it in your holster
>You quickly grab your watch and hat and head inside the bathroom, shaving washing your face and taking a shit before leaving
>Fuck
>Forgot to use deodorant
>you rush back into your bedroom, picking up a can of deodorant from the drawers and quickly spraying it over your gorse before heading into the kitchen

>You walk into the kitchen and set your hat down on the counter
>As you flick on the lights, you remove your phone from its charger
>1 notification: Calendar
>You slide the screen over, entering in your pin
>1561
>Your calendar pops open
>Monday, 11th of August. Reminder: "New Partner: Sergeant 'Spitfire'"
>Ah yes, Spitfire
>You don't know much about her, you saw a picture of her, you know that she is a "Wonderbolt"
>Seems like the Equestrian version of the Blue Angels
>The Wonderbolts, a group of talented Pegasi that perform at large shows, but are also a special division within the Equestrian Military
>Recently they had split up to work as Law Enforcement Officers here in America
>They're still Wonderbolts, but they were tasked with joining law enforcement agencies as training, a job when shows weren't on and a Public Relations stunt
>Especially after the New York riots over ponies being allowed across the border
>Trying to promote Equality between ponies and humans
>Of course, Obama was very kind to Equestria after he found out they had oil, and lots of it
>You decide to skip breakfast and grab something quick to eat at the station, and so pocket your phone and begin walking outside your apartment, licking up and heading for the bus stop
>When you arrive at the bus stop, there are the usual locals on their way to work waiting there
>You simply stand by the stop, making sure your hat and tie are straight in the reflection on the glass
>The transit bus pulls up just as you are satisfied that your uniform is all tidy

>You quickly pull your bus pass from your pocket as you board the bus, showing it to the regular driver who gives you a kind smile and a nod, allowing you to go and find a seat
>Taking a seat, you feel your phone vibrate and your text alert go off, so you take your phone out to check it
>Network Provider: Save money with our latest deal by... Blah blah give us your shekels goyim blah blah
>Yeah, no
>Delete
>Slipping the phone back into your pocket, you stare out the window, looking at the buildings go by, getting glimpses of the downtown skyscrapers at every crossroad
>You continue to stare at the urban jungle for most of the ride, much like every trip to the Station
>You stop your sight-seeing when you realise the bus is almost at the Police station bus stop
>Pressing the "Stop" button as the bus approaches your work place, you stand up, making sure nothing fell from your pockets and make your way to the front of the bus
>The bus stop at the station and you exit it while giving the driver a quick "Thank you" before it leaves
>After the bus leaves, you take a brief moment to look at the station, watching as officers leave and enter, patrol cars leaving the lot and pulling up, yanking suspects out and into the building
>After a moment, you notice a group of Pegasi fly out from behind the building, the group being what is made up of this stations "Cloud drug smuggling interception task force"
>Drug supply greatly increased since Equestria ended up as part of Earth, as Pegasi with a criminal mind noticed a perfect way to transport a high-demand illegal substance in a world that had no way to combat it

>You head towards the pedestrian crossing and quickly jog over towards the station
>Walking towards the building you hear the everyday police station noises, officers chatting, phones ringing, shouting in interrogation rooms, doors slamming, coffee machines slurping
>Approaching the Front Desk, Jenelle, the Desk Sergeant immediately greets you
>"Hello Anonymous, how are you?"
"Fine thanks, yourself?"
>"I'm great! Thanks for asking"
>Leaning on the front desk, you wait as Jenelle types into the computer, signing you into the system
>"You have one message here Anonymous, it states to meet your new partner on the third floor, in office six, it says it should have her name on it. New partner huh? Who is it?"
>You stand straight again before replying
"You heard of the Wonderbolts? Well, their Captain, Spitfire, is now a LAPD Sergeant, and that's my new partner"
>"Oh, wow, a Pegasus partner huh? That should be interesting, anyway, better get back to work, have a good watch, Anonymous"
"You too, Jenelle"
>Finishing your morning chat with Jenelle, you head towards the vending machines
>Taking out your wallet, you fish around for some change, finding enough to get you a packet of Skittles
>Enough to get you going for a little bit
>Inserting the change into the vending machine, you enter in the number for Skittles and retrieve your snack before moving onto the coffee machine
>As you stuff your Skittles and wallet back into your pockets, you hit the "Latte" button on the machine
>You wait as the machine slurps away, eventually filling the disposable cup beneath. You take two packets of brown sugar and dump them into the Latte and stir them with a disposable spoon

>You decide to make a Latte for Spitfire too, in case she wants one
>You take a tray and put the coffee cups on, also grabbing an extra spoon and 4 brown sugar packets
>Sipping your coffee on the way, you walk up the stairs to floor 3 and towards Office Six
>Sure enough, it's clearly labeled "Sergeant Spitfire" on the door with a LAPD logo, motto and the Wonderbolt logo on the wall beside
>You use your free hand to knock on the door three times
>A voice from within yells in response
>"Come in!"
>Twisting the doorknob, you enter the office to see a Golden Pegasus with a fiery mane sitting behind the desk, wearing a pair of aviators and a uniform with a Sergeant rank insignia on the side
"Good morning Sergeant, I brought coffee, hope you like latte"
>The Pegasus smiles while tapping the desk in front of her
>"Thanks, leave it here, officer"
>You place the tray on the desk, taking your latte from it and taking a seat at the desk and look around
>There are numerous pictures on the walls, most seemingly being pictures of Wonderbolt shows, others being group shots of the Wonderbolts
>As you get lost in the numerous amounts of pictures, Spitfires voice brings you back to the matter in hand, coffee
>"Officer, I could do with some help with this sugar"
>Haha! Stupid me, of course she can't open those with hooves
"How much sugar do you take?"
>"Two"
"Ah, two sugars, same as me"
>You rip the tops off the sugar packets and empty them into Spitfires latte, stirring it up with the spoon
>When you finish, you hand the coffee to Spitfire and resume drinking yours
>You both sit and drink your coffee for a good three minutes until you decide to speak up
"So sergeant, what's on today's agenda?"

>The Sergeant makes a motion to speak, but stops, donning a confused look and checking through her papers on the desk
>"I... I don't know, I wasn't given a schedule or anything. What do you normally do?"
"Ehm, I usually get ready go on patrol, providing I'm not needed to show up in court, so I guess we should go and collect the keys to our cruiser"
>Spitfire nods, moving the papers on her desk aside and finishing her Latte, throwing the cup into the bin, smiling
>"Alright, Anonymous? That was your name, wasn't it?"
"Correct, but you can call me Anon"
>"Alright Anon, let's get us a cruiser"
>As you stand up a drop your coffee cup into the bin, you open the door and hold it for Spitfire, then you close it
> You both make your way back to the Front Desk and towards the armoury
>You approach the officer at the desk by the armoury
"Good morning, could we get keys to a patrol car, please?"
>"Of course, hold on one moment"
>The officer walks towards a key rack, taking the next set of keys from an almost empty row off
>He returns to the desk, handing you the keys
>"Here you are, your call-sign will be 5-Adam"
"Alright, thanks"

>With the keys to your patrol car you head towards the lot, looking for the car numbered '110'
>A brief glance around reveals a CVPI sitting near the exit with the numbers 110 on it.
>You point to the patrol car
"That's our patrol car from now on Sergeant, do you want to drive?"
>The golden Pegasus shakes her head
>"Not at all, I'm not a huge fan of driving, Anon. And please, call me Spitfire, we are partners now, after all"
"Alright then Spitfire, hop into the passenger seat and we can get going"
>You motion towards the passenger door as you make your way to the car, unlocking and entering it. You stick the keys in the ignition as Spitfire puts her seatbelt on
>As soon as both your seatbelts are on you pull out of the lot, making your way onto the road
>As you stop in traffic you pick up the radio mic in the car, punching in a code on the radio
>You speak into the mic
"Dispatch, This is Officer Anonymous and Sergeant Spitfire, forming under call-sign 5-Adam, start of Watch, over"
>the radio soon blurts back "Copy that 5-Adam, over"
>As you sit in the patrol car, Spitfire stares out the window at the buildings of Downtown. She take her aviators off and sits them in the Dashboard
>You decide to start up some small talk
"So what do you think of LA so far, Spitfire?"

>"It's.... Different. Very different. I'm not used to cities like this. Even Manehatton had much smaller buildings than here, and it had the tallest buildings in Equestria. Things are so... Big here, there's such a huge population in this city alone compared to places back home.."
"So you don't like it?"
>"I didn't say that... It's interesting, it'll be an interesting place to work"
"Well, keep a sharp lookout for crime, try keep a smile on your face, no matter how tough things get, and remember, I've got you're back, so you gotta have mine. Stick by that and you should do okay out here"
>"Thanks for the advice."
>Spitfire returns to staring out the window as you continue to patrol. >The deathly silence is broken by the dispatcher over the radio.
>"We have an officer in need of backup at 'The Boiling Crab' on Wilshire Boulevard, Central LA, unit to handle code three identify"
"We'll take that"
>You pick up the radio mic, pressing the PTT button and responding to the radio
"5-Adam code three to Wilshire Boulevard in response to officer in need of backup, dispatch, send traffic, over"
>"Officer was responding to a domestic dispute, officer reports the suspect has a firearm and is holding themselves up in the back of the establishment, be advised we have rescue and air 32 on standby, SWAT is also on standby"
"Copy"
>You flick a switch on the ceiling of the car, turning the rotating lights of the patrol cars lightbar on. Flicking another switch, the loud wailing of the siren comes to life as you begin to pick up speed towards the location of the callout

>It took another two minutes to arrive on scene. By the time you got there, there was a LAPD SUV there as well as the responding officer, all four officers taking cover behind their vehicles
>As you pull up, you turn the left hand side of the car to face the building the suspect is in and quickly get out, taking cover behind the cruiser with Spitfire
>You take your Beretta from the holster and cock it, Spitfire following suit with the Equine adaption of the gun, made to be used by wings or mouth
>You notice the responding officers behind their car and shout to them
"Hey! What's the situation so far?"
>One of the officers  turns to you, moving closer towards you in cover while speaking
>"The suspect is on the second floor of the building, the only way up there is through the restaurant, and if we attempt to go in he opens fire"
"What type firearm does he have?"
>"Some form of shotgun, a double-barrel from the looks of things"
"Alright, let's hold out a bit"
>The officer gives you a thumbs up and returns to his partner
"Well Spitfire? What do you suggest we do?"
>"Why are you asking me? You know better than me what to do"
"You're the highest rank on scene, you're calling the shots here"

>Spitfires face suddenly contorts into one of worry
>"What?! I don't know what to do here! The point of me joining the police was to learn how to deal with things!"
>You sigh, putting your left hand on the car
"Alright, hold on here."
>You open the passenger door of the patrol car and take two M16 rifles from the gun rack between the seats
>Handing one of the rifles back to Spitfire, she holsters her Beretta and turns the safety off of the Rifle
>You close the door of the patrol car and sit behind it, crawling over to the trunk, opening it and taking what Rifle ammo there is inside
>You call over to the officers by the other patrol car and SUV, waving your rifle at them
>they nod as they move to their vehicles and acquire the M16 rifles that they have
"Alright Spitfire, what now? Should we try move in? Or wait for SWAT? If SWAT come in, there's a high chance he'll end up dead"
>The look of worry returns to Spitfires face as she looks at the building
>"We should... We should go in, if we could, I don't know, distract him? And get in?"
"We can get some officers to lay down suppressive fire, that should make it safe to run in"
>Spitfire nods "Sounds like a plan"
>Just as you prepare to relay the plan to your fellow officers, a LAPD Helicopter flies in, hovering in front and a little above the building the suspect is in
>You push the PTT button on your radio
"5-Adam to Air 32, when the officers on the ground open fire, lay down suppressive fire on the windows"
>Shortly after, Air 32 responds over the radio
>"Copy 5-Adam, on your mark"
>You let go of the radio and move towards the other officers, relaying the plan
"I want you two officers by the SUV laying down suppressive fire on the windows as we head into the building, Air 32 will assist you"
>"Alright, on your mark"
"You two officers by the car, you're coming in with us!"
>"Copy!"

"Ready Spitfire?"
>"Ready!"
>You push on the PTT button on your radio
"Open fire!"
>You wait for the loud sounds of rifle ammunition being fired into the windows above to start, and as it does, you, Spitfire and the two responding officers all rush into the restaurant with M16 rifles.
>You jog past the tables and chairs, the Sergeant and other officers close behind, and you all stack up on the staircase
"On my mark, we breach the door. Spitfire and me will go left, you two go right, copy?"
>"Copy" they all say is unison
"Three"
>You bring your rifle up to the door, aiming at the lock
"Two"
>You press your finger harder on the trigger, ready to fire
"One"
>As you take one deep breath, you yell
"Go!"
>The fire from outside continues as you fire a bullet into the doors lock, blasting the door open
>As you enter, you move to the left, clearing each corner
"Clear!"
>"Clear!" The other officers shout as you all look towards the last door
>Holding down the PTT button, you yell
"Cease fire!"
>You let go of the button as you look back to your colleagues in blue
"We'll try reason with the suspect, see if we can make him surrender"
>"Copy" all three of them say, this time, not in unison
"This is the Los Angeles Police Department! Come out with your hands up! We have the building surrounded!"
>As you say this, the sounds of more sirens approach

>"Fuck you, fascist pig! You're going to kill me! I won't be killed by fascists!" The voice inside replies
>Unfortunately, this makes things harder for you
>Its kill the suspect, wait for SWAT to kill the suspect or attempt to subdue the suspect non-lethally
>Spitfires call
"Your call, Sarge, what should we do?"
>Spitfire aims her rifle at the door with her wings
>"We should try make him open fire outside and catch him when he's reloading. It's a double-barrel, right? Two shots and he needs to reload then."
>Fuck, thats actually a good plan
"Good thinking! I'll get the units outside to provoke him"
>As you say that, you pick up the radio mic on your shirt and press the PTT button, speaking
"5-Adam requesting more suppressive fire, aiming to make the suspect return fire, send traffic when he's fired two shots"
>"3-Lincoln copies, SWAT Rescue Truck 1 is on scene, they'll help with suppressive fire, over"
"Go ahead 3-Lincoln, you are clear to fire"
>As you say this, the sounds of rifle fire upon the windows in deafining, bullets spraying from the ground units, the SWAT and the helicopter
>Despite the sound, you can hear a transmission on the radio
>"5-Adam, suspect has opened fire, firing a total of two rounds, over"
>This is it
>You fire a bullet into the lock of the last door, rushing into the room, noticing that all the furniture has been pressed up on the windows
>Sure enough, your suspect is there, sitting behind a wardrobe, caught with his pants down
>The look of three humans and a pegasus with rifles pointing towards him was surely intimidating as he quickly dropped his shotgun and lay on the floor
>One of the officers with you pounced on him, taking the cuffs from his belt and slapping them on the wrist of the suspect

>The second officer stand by him, talking into his radio
>"This is 7-Adam, we are Code 4 at Wilshire Boulevard, suspect is in custody"
>The same officer walks over to you and Spitfire and reaches out to shake your hand. You return the gesture and he goes to shake Spitfires hoof
>"Thanks for the help, this guy would probably have ended up dead if we didn't do this"
"No problem, is there anything else you need?"
>He shakes his head. "No, me and my partner have this under control"
>Walking towards the door and to the staircase, you say Goodbye to the officers and leave the building, Spitfire close behind
>Luckily, your patrol car didn't take any damage, the only vehicle that did was the SUV
>Both you and Spitfire get back into your car as you start it up, putting your seatbelt on and sitting your M16 back into the rifle rack
>Spitfire sits hers into the rifle rack too. She then sit back in her seat and sighs
"Well, that went well, don't you think?"
>She stays silent for a moment, before responding
>"I guess so. Do you guys deal with that stuff often?"
"Sort of. It's likely we won't be involved in something like that for a while, but it's something that happens nearly daily. Why?"
>"Nearly daily?! Its once every few years in Equestria that something even near that would happen!"
"Well, I don't think I got to say this to you yet. Welcome to Los Angeles, city of Angels, and welcome to the Los Angeles Police Department. Here, we have pursuits almost daily, most only lasting a few minutes, robberies and all sorts of things happen every day here, and even more all across America. I guess it's a big change for you, but that's how it is here"

>You start to drive away from the scene, slowly creeping back into the bustling city traffic
>Spitfire resumes looking out the window at the city slowly passing by
>It only takes a few minutes to find something to do
>A car running a red light
>You turn on the lights and sirens, disturbing Spitfire from her daydreams as you drive after the impatient car
"Right Spitfire, you've been in a barricaded suspect situation, now this is a traffic stop. You just hop out of the car and stand there, I'll do the talking and show you how it's done"
>You don a confident smile as the vehicle pulls over
>Turning off the siren and leaving the lights on, you open the door of the patrol car and hop out, walking towards the drivers window of the car
>Spitfire follows, but stands at the back of the car and watches as you talk with the driver
"Good morning sir. Do you know why I pulled you over?"
>The man in the car shakes his head, an unimpressed look spread across his face
>"No officer, I don't, now hurry, I'm a busy man"
"I pulled you over because you ran a red light, didn't you realise that?
>The man scoffs as he replies "I never ran any red lights you imbecile! Go do your job and catch criminals instead of harassing good citizens! You police officers, just looking for money you are!"
"Licence and registration please?"

>The impatient butthurt asshole reaches onto the dashboard, grabbing some papers and his Licence and handing them to you
>You take both of them, reading over the papers, you hand them back
"Wait here a moment"
>You walk back to your patrol car and open the door and take a seat. >Opening the MDC, you click 'Database Search' and begin to type in the necessary details from the licence to bring up the drivers record
>Successfully completing this task, you read down his record
>According to this, it's not the first time he ran a red light
>It's the third
>Exiting out of the MDC again you get back out of the patrol car and head towards the driver again
>You hand the licence back to the assravenged driver
"Not the first time you ran a red light then, 'Marcus', eh?"
>You say his name blankly, the same name on the licence
>"Hey! It's 'sir' to you!"
"Well, sir, you're getting a citation. Hopefully you don't run red lights again and get someone killed, let alone yourself"
>The driver rests his face on the top of his steering wheel, sighing
>"How much?"
"Five hundred bucks"
>"FIVE HUNDRED?! ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?!"
"Sir, calm down, this is your third offence of running a red light, you'll have your licence suspended if you're not careful"
>You talk to the driver as you fill in the details listed on the citation, licence plate, name, offence, fine amount, etc
>Ripping the citation off the booklet, you hand it to the driver who is simply smacking his fist against the steering wheel

>He simply grabs the citation and shoves it into the dashboard
>"Are we done here?"
"We are. Have a good day sir, drive safe"
>You hear the man curse you as he drives away. You return to Spitfire, who watched the entire thing from start to finish
>She follows you back to the patrol car and gets back into her seat as you do the same, sitting in your seat and performing the sacred ritual of car safety, putting the seatbelt on
>Starting the patrol car back up, you turn the lightbar off
"That's how you handle a traffic stop Spitfire, you remain calm and collected and simply carry on with what you have to do. Next traffic stop, you can do if you're up to it"
>She nods. "I can do that, not used to it though"
>As you drive back into traffic you reply
"Oh? Whys that?"
>"In the Wonderbolts, you have to strike fear into a cadets mind. They have to know that if they fuck up, they're in deep shit. So you usually just lose your head over little things to maintain that fear"
"Mm, well, out here in the urban jungle, you're dealing with everyday citizens, fear tactics like that wouldn't do much for public relations with police and citizens"
>"I understand that, you don't have to worry about me lashing out on someone at a traffic stop Anon. I may not know much about Law Enforcement, but I have common sense"

"I'll give you that, Spitfire"
>You both continue to exchange small talk as you drive through South LA. You give Spitfire what tips you can on being a cop here in LA, and she tells you about her home, Scanda-neigh-via, and about Cloudsdale. She also speaks in some of her mother-tongue
>You've both been in the patrol car heading south-east approaching Compton when the radio chatter becomes louder with the dispatchers voice
>"This is central, we have a domestic disturbance on the corner of North Santa Fe Avenue and East Elm Street, residential block 3, apartment 47. Unit to handle code two, identify"
>Spitfire looks towards you and asks "Will we take this?"
"Yeah, you wanna respond to Central there?"
>"Sure"
>Spitfire picks up the radio mic and pushes the PTT button, speaking into it
>"Central, this is 5-Adam responding code two to domestic disturbance on the corner of East Elm Street and North Santa Fe Avenue, send traffic, over"
>It's only now you really get to appreciate Spitfires voice. Now and when she was speaking Scande-neigh-vian. She has a beautiful voice, much nicer than a lot of people you know
>The radio soon interrupts your train of though, listing out details of the call
>"Copy that 5-Adam, PR stated that he saw the suspect, a black male, threatening a black female with a kitchen knife and that there was shouting coming from the apartment. The PR is a resident of the housing block and says he saw very little of what was happening as he quickly went to call 911. The apartment is number 47, residential block 3"
>Spitfire responds to the radio once more
>"5-Adam copies, over"
>Scratch any previous thoughts, she has a very beautiful voice
>Speeding up your driving and using sirens at intersections, you arrive at the scene of the call within no time

>Turning the siren off and leaving the lightbar on, you yank the keys from the ignition and exit the car with Spitfire.
>Running inside the building you can clearly see this is Gangland territory
>You look at the faded marking on the wall, indicating that apartment 47 is upstairs
>Rushing upstairs, you pull your taser from your belt, with Spitfire taking hers out with her wing
"Spitfire, you know how to use a taser?"
>Yeah, they showed me how to use all the weapons and equipment before I arrived at the station"
"Alright then"
>You move along the corridor quietly until you hear a scream. >Following the scream, you are led to number 47.
>Checking the door, you find it's locked, all the while you hear muffled sobs and then a loud smack, inevitably an attack by the suspect on the victim
"Spitfire, come over here and kick the door down!"
>Spitfire holsters her taser and flies over to you, positioning her hind legs on the door
>"Now?"
"Yeah, go!"
>She leans forward, her hind legs coming off the door before she slams them back, kicking the door right off its hinges and into a wall
>Both of you rush in, tasers drawn

>Sure enough, a black woman is lying on the floor, blood running from her nose. A black male is standing over her, blood on his fists
>You immediately taze him, rendering him defenceless as he falls to the ground, spazzing out from the taser shock
>As you approach him, the timer on the tazer runs out, so you grab his wrists and shove them behind his back and slip a pair of cuffs onto him before he can resist
>Satisfied that the suspect is detained, you move over to the victim all the while Spitfire checks the rest of the apartment
>The woman doesn't appear to be conscious, but through a quick check, she is still breathing
>Taking the radio mic attached to your uniform, you press the PTT button
"5-Adam to Dispatch, come in"
>"Dispatch to 5-Adam, we copy, over"
"Send rescue and prisoner transportation to location of out last niner"
>"Copy that 5-Adam, units on the way"
"10-4"

>You examine the females body, checking for any visible signs of injury
>Sure enough, cuts and bruises can be seen along her face and stomach, but you do not examine further, for dear of injuring her more of she has broken bones
>Despite this, you are satisfied that she has no life threatening injuries
>As you are about to turn away, the sound of a second taser goes off, quickly, you look to your left and see the taser, prods still attached to the suspect, not activated
>As you stand up, a loud thud can be heard, and you quickly spin around to see a second black individual on the ground, baseball bat beside him, spazzing out on the floor
>You look up and see Spitfire, taser aimed at the second individual, a triumphant smile on her face
>"He was about to strike you over the head with that bat Anon. Must have creaped in while I was searching and you were examing the woman. Lucky I came back here when I did, huh?"
"You bet it was, thanks Spitfire. Good to know you have my back"
>The sound of an Ambulance outside grows closer as Spitfire moves in and cuffs her suspect proudly, like a Spider eating a fly caught in its web, or a Call Of Duty player teabagging someone he killed
>You can hear the sound of the paramedics rushing up the stairs and coming towards the apartment as you move to your suspect, taking the prods of the taser out and replacing the taser cartridge
"Hey, Spitfire, when you were searching, did you find anything?"
>"A wallet with a drivers licence, it's on the desk in the kitchen"
"Thanks"
>Walking into the kitchen, Spitfire shows the paramedics to the victim, and they drop their stretcher at the door and move to the lady, unzipping their medical bags

>As you enter the kitchen you immediately see the wallet Spitfire was talking about, a California State Drivers Livence left lying beside it
>Picking it up you look over it
>A picture of the suspect is on it, along with the name 'Leroy Reeds'
>You put the wallet and licence back and return to your suspects and victim
>Both black males are lying in the ground, hands behind their back and cuffed
>The paramedics calmly treat the woman, eventually moving her to the stretcher
>Before ther carry her away, one of them approaches you
>"We're taking her to the hospital for further checks, what's your call-sign? I'll need it so you can get a statement from her later, should you need it"
"Sure, it's 5-Adam. Take care"
>"You too, have a good day"
>The paramedics resume picking the stretcher up and carrying her out of building and into the ambulance
>Soon after the siren of the ambulance leaves, two officers walk into the apartment
>"Prisner transport is here, these your two perps?"
"That's them, this one in the red is 'Leeroy Reeds', the other, I don't know"
>Before the other officers can talk, Spitfire interjects
>"Don't bother asking, he won't make a sound, I already tried"
>One of the other officers chuckles before replying
>"Don't worry, we'll fingerprint him and get him ID'ed. They'll be in the holding cell for you two at the end of the patrol"

"Thanks Recker, we'll collect any evidence and be down there at end of watch"
>"Don't worry about it, another day another dollar, eh?"
>The two officers pull up the two suspects and frisk them. Finding nothing, they walk them to their cruiser
>As they walk down the hall, Spitfire speaks up
>"Recker? You know him?"
"Yeah, John 'Recker' Miller. I don't know how he got the nickname, but everyone calls him it. The other officer was Thomas Anderson. They take most prisoner transport calls, so you'll run into them a few times"
>"Huh, alright"
>You quickly walk back into the kitchen and grab the wallet and licence
>As you come back out, Spitfire is already picking up the baseball bat
"I don't think there's much to collect, I'd say we have enough"
>Spitfire just nods and begins to fly down the hall and down the stairs
>You on the other hand, take out your phone and take a picture of where the victim was, the significant point being the blood on the ground
>When you finish, you close the door and head to the patrol car
>Spitfire is at the car, putting the baseball bat in the trunk

>As she closes the trunk you hop into the car, the eyes of black residents nearby burning into the back of your head
>Starting the car, Spitfire hops in, resting her head on the back of the seat and closing her eyes
>You look over to her and talk
"Hey, thanks again for having my back in there"
>She replies with a smile, her eyes still closed
>"Don't worry about it, that's what partners do, right?"
"Right"
>You drive away from the scene, heading into Downtown LA.
>The clear sky begins to fill with grey cloud and rain starts to fall, lightly pattering on the car as you sit in traffic
>You look over to Spitfire, who's eyes are still closed
>She is beautiful
>You had to admit it
>You found some mares quite attractive, as do many men
>Some of those flight suit photos.....
>One VERY sexy Pegasus

"Tired"
>"A bit, yeah"
"You'll get used to it. You need to get used to shorter sleep times and sleeping in the day, we have Watch 2 on Thursday through to Sunday"
>Spitfire finally opens her eyes and looks at you puzzled
>"Watch 2?"
 "Night shift"
>"Oh, right" she says, Closing her eyes again
>The rain patters down for another minute before you decide to delve into a non-work related subject
"Tell me more about Scande-neigh-via, what was it like?"
>"Cold"
"Oh, wow, I am buzzing with excitement to go there. 'Cold', man that description sounds amazing"
>You say flatly before giving Spitfire a joking smile
"Come on, we'll be here a while, what was it like?"
>"I wasn't lying, it is cold. But it does have beautiful lakes, rivers and forests. Most places are snowy, but it looks beautiful with the snow. It's got beautiful villages, mostly with log cabins. Actually, skiing is nice around this time too"
>You smile as you look at the grey sky, trying to imagine the beautiful scene described to you
>"What about you? You never told me where you were from"

"I'm originally from Italy, in Europe. Boot shaped country. It's a beautiful country, usually very hot and sunny, amazing Roman architecture. Probably a bit like what you described Cloudsdale as. It's got lovely countryside, amazing old towns and cities, brilliant food and an amazing language. Unfortunately, I don't speak it. I moved here with my family when I was young enough, but I always go back to Italy on holiday"
>"Sounds nice, would be a nice change from Scande-neigh-via, it gets boring after a while"
"I know the feeling"
>You reach into your pocket to grab your phone and show SPitfire some pictures of Italy when you feel the Skittles you bought earlier
"Oh, fuck! I forgot about these!"
>You say, taking them out and opening them. Poping some into your mouth, you chew, satisfied with their taste
"Want some?"
>"No thanks, I'm good"

"Alright"
>You munch away at your Skittles, finishing the packet fairly quickly
>Spitfire sighs as she looks out the window
>"This weather is depressing. I thought this was the 'Sunshine State'?"
"You think it's depressing? I always kinda liked it. I don't know why, it just has some sort of nice atmosphere to it. Be happy the watch ends soon. Actually, don't. We have paperwork to do. Reports to write, suspects to charge, and one day soon enough we'll show up in court as the arresting officers. Providing they need a testimony from us, that is."
>"Oh for fuck sake..."
"Haha! Welcome to law enforcement! Get used to writing reports!"
>As you finish saying this, a call-out comes across the radio
>"Central to any available unit, code three to West 8th Street construction site, Downtown LA, Financial District. Assault and trespassing, unit to handle code three identify"

"Oh not again. We'll take that"
>Picking up the radio, you push the PTT button
"5-Adam, responding code three to last niner, send traffic, over"
>"PR States he is a security guard at the construction site, says a light blue earth pony walked onto the site. When he tried to remove him, the suspect kicked him in the stomach and ran up the scaffolding of the building"
"10-4, code three, ETA 3 minutes"
>You flick two switches turning the lights and sirens on, speeding away from the traffic to Downtown LA
>"This'll be my first callout involving a pony. Central says the guard was kicked, that must have been VERY painful!"
"I wouldn't doubt it, we can call for a paramedic if needs be"
>Around 2 minutes later you arrive on scene, the guard waving you over
>You hop from the car and approach the guard, Spitfire right behind you
>The guard points towards the top of the building, or the concrete shell of a building, with scaffolding running up the side and two cranes
>"The little fucker kicked me and ran up there! Go get 'em, officers!"
"What colour hair and what cutiemark?"
>"Black hair, didn't see his cutiemark"
"Alright, need an ambulance?"
>"No no, I'm fine, fucker got me off-guard"

>You motion to Spitfire to follow you
>As you walk up the scaffolding, Spitfire slowly flies beside you
>You eventually come to a construction elevator and decide to use it
>Each floor you pass is filled with busy construction workers doing a range of tasks
>The top floor has nobody on it, and the scaffolding stopped having safety netting a bit further down
>As you start to look for the trespasser, you turn and see the beautiful sight of Los Angeles
>The skyline with its beautiful skyscrapers
>The sea in the distance
>The Hollywood hills
>Stunning
>Seeing no obvious sign that the suspect stayed up here, you decide an extra unit can help
>You pick up the radio mic and hold the button
"5-Adam to Central, requesting additional unit to last Niner, needed for search for suspect, code two, over"
>"Copy 5-Adam, 9-Lincoln En-Route, they advise ETA 1 minutes, requesting area to search?"
"Bottom floors of the under construction skyscraper"
>"10-4"
>You turn again to take in the sights, but you're interrupted by Spitfire
>"Hey, Anon! Get over here and help search!"
"Sure, sorry"
>You walk over to Spitfire and begin to clear the porticabins and other such things on the roof

>"9-Lincoln to 5-Adam, come in, over!"
"5-Adam to 9-Lincoln, send traffic, over"
>"In foot pursuit of suspect? Suspect is taking an elevator up towards you! Be advised, we are coming up too!"
"Copy that"
>You and Spitfire run over to the elevators, waiting for the elevator to reach you
>Sure enough you hear the elevator come towards you and ping when it gets to your floor
>The door opened and there was a light blue earth pony, black hair and had a spanner as a cutie-mark
>You reach for your tazer but as you do, the stallion runs at you and stands on its hind legs, shoving you back before turning around and kicking you in the stomach with his hind legs
>The powerful kick sends you flying backwards, hitting some wooden boards covering the end of the scaffolding and sending you sailing through them, smashing them and falling from the top of the skyscraper
>And that was one of the many moments in your career that you thought your life was about to end
>You hurtle towards the ground screaming, trying to reach out for something to hit, but to no avail
>Looking to your side, you see the ground rapidly approach. You close your eyes, preparing for the inevitable
>At this moment, you feel something beneath both of your armpits and your decent instantly slowing
>Your eyes shoot open to see that you are gently gliding down, and a quick look around you reveals that Spitfire has caught you, and is gently flying down to land
>"Don't worry Anon, you didn't think I'd let you hit the ground did you?"
>You let out a sigh of relief
"Holy shit... Boy am I glad you're my partner!"

>Spitfire lands as construction workers around the pair of you let out a round of applause
>Spitfire simply smiles at the crowd
>As you land your radio goes off
>"9-Lincoln, we are code 4, suspect in custody"
>Standing on your own two feet, you turn around, crouch down a bit and immediately hug Spitfire
>You rest your head on her shoulder for a few seconds
"Thank you... So much Spitfire"
>"Hey Anon, it's cool. I'm sure any partner would have done the same"
"But not many partners are Pegasi that can save someone falling off a skyscraper"
>"True..."
>As you let go of Spitfire, you stand up
"Let me buy you dinner after Watch, it's the least I can do"
>"Oh come on Anon, it was nothing!"
"To you it might be nothing, but to me it was my life. It's the least I can do to buy you dinner"
>"Like a... Date?"
>You chuckle
"No, nothing like that. Just to show my appreciation for saving my life"
>"Alright then, we go for dinner later tonight then?"
"Absolutely, we can work out the time and where to meet in your office"
>"Great! I'm looking forward to it!"
>By the time you and Spitfire finish your conversation, the workers have left, going back to their duties
>Probably because the Foreman is nearby

>The two of you head towards the patrol car, knowing that the backup unit had the suspect in custody
>Which means less paperwork for you, the most you might have to do is sign their report
>A win for the two of you, considering you have the domestic call reports to file and suspects to charge
>AND write a report for the barricaded suspect
>'If you end up reaching for the M16, you end up in the city morgue or writing a lengthy report'
>The latter being the better one
>You and Spitfire get into the cruiser and drive off, heading towards the station
>Traffic has built up so it takes a good hour to get through it all
>You eventually arrive in the station parking lot and park in an empty lot
>The two of you hop out and lock the cruiser
>The station is still as busy as the start of the day, if not busier
>The normal ambience can be heard in the lobby as you enter and walk towards the desk, Spitfire following close behind
>Jenelle turns to you
>"Your suspects are in the holding cell Anon, the second guy was ID'ed as Jeffery Miller, 23. Leroy is 22. Both have records for previous domestic disturbances"
"Oh, thanks Jenelle"

>Sighing, you head towards the holding cells
>The desk officer immediately recognises you
>"The two perps from the domestic, is it?"
"That's right"
>He types into the computer in front of him and hits a button, a loud buzz coming from a cell door, the red light above it turning green
"Thanks"
>You walk down the corridor to the cell the officer unlocked, cell A7
>Opening the door you see the two suspects sitting on a bench
"I've come down here to tell you what you're being charged with. Leroy Reeds, you are being charged with aggravated assault. Jeffery Miller, you are being charged with attempted assault with a deadly weapon on a peace officer. Anything to say?"
>"Fuck yourself with a cactus, fucking pig"
"Thought not. Enjoy the accommodation lads!"
>You slam the door shut, the light going red again and the buzzing sound going off again.
>As you turn around, Spitfire stands there, her wings outstretched
>You think nothing of it and continue
"All right Spits, time for the paperwork. We have to fill out the arrest reports on these two scumbags, fill out a situation report on the call and then write a situation report on the barricaded suspect"

>"Less paperwork I have to go through than a normal evening at the Wonderbolts HQ. Shouldn't be hard at all."
"Great, let's get it over and done with then, I fucking hate paperwork"
>Both of you head for the stairs, but not before you stop at the coffee machine for a latte and the donut box for a nice donut, covered in icing and sprinkles
>You carry both Spitfires and your coffee and donuts to the elevator and step in, taking it to floor 3
>Stepping out, the cubicle areas are more flooded than usual, and you push through the crowds to get to Spitfires office
>When you reach it, Spitfire opens the door for you and let's you in
>She quickly closes the door, and all there's left is silence
>Gotta love soundproofed offices
>Setting the donuts and coffee down on the desk, you move around and shuffle through her drawers, looking for some blank arrest reports
>Finding some, you take two and lay them out on the desk
>You fish around in your pocket for a pen and pull it out, taking one of the arrest report sheets along with the empty clipboard from the table and attaching them together
>Spitfire walks over to her seat and sits in it and spreads her wings
>When her wings are full extended, she immediately winces in pain, the top of her wings curling inwards as she retracts them
"Woah there Spitfire, you okay?"
>"Argh, yeah, I-I'm fi-IIINNNEEEE! AHHH!"

"Hey, Spitfire! What's wrong?!"
>"Ahhh... My wings... Ugh, they're all sore. I think it's because of using the M16. Haven't used my wings like that in a while... Oh fuck, they're killing me..."
>You move over to her side of the desk and extend your arm out to her left wing, rubbing the tips gently and along down the wing
>"Ah... AhAhAHHHH~!"
>You immediately let go of her wing
"Oh shit, sorry! Was that sore?"
>"N-no, no it was actually really good. Do it again"
>You slowly reach in and begin to rub her left wing again, stroking up and down from the tips of her wing
>The soft feeling of her feathers run between your fingers as you massage Spitfires wings
>"Mmmph~ H-how did you get s-so good at this..?"
"I don't know, I just went for it, can't have you in pain when we're writing reports and going for dinner later, can we?"
>"N-no..."
>Using your thumbs you massage along her wingtips, feeling the areas of cramp in Spitfires wings. Most likely where she bent her wings to use the rifle
>This elicits more moans from her as you massage her sore wing before moving onto her right wing
"You need to practice using the M16 more, don't want this happening again"
>"Jag skulle inte emot att få det igen för det här ..."
"What was that?"

>"N-nothing, keep going"
"That was your mother-tongue, wasn't it?"
>"Yes"
"Well? What did you say?"
>"Nothing, just muttering to myself"
"If you say so"
>You continue to massage her wing, using your thumb to rub the tips
>"Why don't you work in a massage parlour? You'd be great there!"
"Because that'd be fucking boring, and I think I make a better cop than a massage person, or whatever you call it"
>Spitfire just laughs, leaning her head back
>"Mmm~, thanks Anon, I feel a lot better after that"
"Don't mention it Spits, now let's get these reports done"
>Spitfire slides one of the arrest report sheets over to herself and picks a pen up off the desk with her mouth and clicks it with her tongue
>That was a sign of a strong tongue, a skill in your school days
>You could pop the top off a pen, put it in your mouth, and never stop clicking it, and the teacher would never find out who's doing it
>You take your own arrest report off the desk, filling in the details of Leroy, why he was arrested, when, and with what evidence
>As you do this, you take sips of your coffee and bites of your donut, Spitfire doing the same at regular intervals

>A few minutes pass and you have the arrest report sheet filled in, and as you check over it, Spitfire finishes hers
>Sitting it on the desk, you sigh
"Now for the situation reports. We only need one between us and we need one for the barricaded suspect, one for the domestic. And we only have one computer."
>"Here, you take the computer, I'll write one for the domestic on a report sheet"
"You sure? I don't mind"
>"Yeah, here"
>She hops off her chair, offering it you as she moves to your seat, a report sheet in mouth
>You hop out of your seat and quickly sit at the computer
>Opening up a format for a situation report, you begin to type out a detailed account of the barricaded suspect situation
>As situation reports normally do, it takes you about half an hour

>Finalising the report, you spellcheck it and print it, putting it in order and signing it
"You nearly done Spits?"
>"Nearly..."
"Hey, when and where should I pick you up for dinner tonight?"
>"No need, I'll come over to your place" She looks up from her report. "Where do you live?"
>You glance around the room for some paper and find a notepad on the desk, hidden under other stationary
>Writing down your address, you rip the page out and hand it to Spitfire
"Come by around eight o'clock, I should be ready then"
>"Looking forward to it Anon. Should I wear anything special?"
"Ehm, put on something nice maybe, a dress or something, but nothing too expensive or good looking"
>"Alright, got it. You want to head home? I'll be here for a few more minutes before leaving, no point in staying"
"Sure"
>You pic up your radio mic and press the PTT button
"Central, come in"
>"Central copies"
"5-Adam, end of watch"
>"Copy that 5-Adam"
>Gathering all the arrest reports and situation reports, you stack them neatly and pick them up
"I'll take these to Jenelle, see you later"
>"See you later"
>Exiting the office you head right for the elevator
>The cubicles have died down, the sound much quieter
>When the elevator arrives, you take it down
>Arriving at the lobby, you put the reports on the front desk
"Here's our watch reports, Jenelle. Just one more on the way from Spitfire"
>"Ah, thanks Anon! I'll get to filing them when I have Spitfires"
>You sort the arrest reports from the pile and take them out, heading to the processing desk
>You hand them over to the officer at the desk
>"Alright sir, we'll handle this, thanks"
>You walk outside and bring out your phone, calling for a taxi
>You're not in the mood to wait for the bus

>You sit on the wall outside the station, kicking your heels off it, killing time waiting for the taxi
>It doesn't take long, and a cab pulls up by the station
>You jog over and hop into the back
>"Where you headed, officer?"
>Slipping your seatbelt on, you give the driver your address and he hits a button on the taxi meter and starts driving
>It's becoming dark, and the lights of the city start to turn on
>It doesn't take the taxi long too get home, and you pull out your wallet and pay him
>Rushing up the stairs, you get your keys out and ready
>You unlock your apartment and close the door, turning the lights on
>You take your things from your pockets and empty them onto the counter
>You plug your phone into the charger
>You walk by your living room and into your bedroom, taking your Beretta from its holster and putting it on your bedside table
>You take the rest of your duty belt off and sit it in your bed along with your hat
>You open your wardrobe and take out a shirt, tie and trousers
>Sitting them on the bed, you take the rest of your uniform off
>You quickly put the shirt, tie and trousers on and check the time
>Half seven
>Enough time to have a nap
>And so you shall
>Returning to your living room, you sit on the sofa and slide over, lying down on it
>Before long you are asleep on the sofa
>Time creeps by until you are awoken by knocks at the doors
>You jolt up and go to the kitchen to answer it
>When you open it, jet as expected, Spitfire is there, wearing a beautiful black dress along her body
"Hey Spitfire, come on in! You look beautiful!"
>You move out of the way and open the door more to let Spitfire in
>"Thanks Anon, it's a new dress I got, didn't have a chance to wear it"
"No problem. Welcome to my apartment. I'll be back in just a moment and we can get going"

>You rush into your room and spray some deodorant onto your shirt
>Walking back out, you pick up your coat and check your watch
>Quarter to eight
>Bit early
"Bit early Spitfire, what's the rush?
>"What time is it?"
"Quarter to eight"
>"Oh, didn't think I'd get here that quick, guess I did!"
"Let's get going anyway, it's not too far from here"
>You walk into the kitchen and grab your phone and keys
>You open the door and let Spitfire out before locking it
>Heading for the elevator, you both take it to the ground floor
>Outside, to the left of the building is the parking lot, with a bright red Alfa 156 parked in it
>Your car
"This is my car over here, Spitfire"
>You say, pointing to the Alfa
>"Oh, nice! I like the colour!"
"Mm, red suits Alfa Romeo's"
>You both hop in when you remotely unlock the car
>Slipping you seatbelts on, you start the engine and the radio comes on
>Apparently there's a news broadcast on
>"...over a thousand people in Africa have died of Ebola since the start of the outbreak, and the CDC are working to contain it. Unfortunately, many officials say it won't be experimental drugs that stop this outbreak, it'll be Quarantining the infected and letting it kill itself off. We will have more on this at nine."
>You turn the radio off as you hear ads playing
>"That Ebola disease sounds pretty bad, we never had anything as bad in Equestria"
"Yes, it's bad, but three thousand people in Africa die everyday from other diseases, and many more die across the world from other things. Sometimes you have to focus on what's closer to home"

>Spitfire lowers her head, thinking about what you said
>"I guess you're right, no point fretting over something that won't kill me when there's other, more threatening things"
"I'm not sure you ponies can get Ebola, to be honest"
>With that, you pull out of the car park and head for the restaurant
>A lovely Italian restaurant, the La Cantina
"Were heading to a lovely Italian restaurant called 'La Cantina'. There, I can show you why I said Italy has lovely food"
>"Looking forward to it. It will be the first proper meal I've had here in LA. I'm not much of a cook, I've only had takeaways, drive-thru's and basic meals I can cook since I got here"
"Oh no no no no no, that won't do. The only acceptable drive-thru is Dunkin' Donuts. Here, you'll experience some of Earths finest cuisine! I eat here daily, so they know me there. The food is very well priced and just so delicious that I can't bother cooking or going anywhere else. I get Lunch on duty here, dinner on and off duty, I get takeaways on and off duty here. They do wonderful pizza, spaghetti Bolognese and Crab Salad"
>"Crab salad? I LOVE crab salad!"
"Oh, that's right! You Pegasi eat fish and stuff, don't you?"
>"Most of us, yeah, but if I'm honest..."
>Spitfire looks around her then sighs
>"I eat red meat too"
"What's so secret about that?"
>"A pony eating red meat is heavily frowned upon back home"
"Ah, I see. Don't worry about it"
>With that, you turn on the radio and change stations, the news coming on
>"...cease-fire in Gaza has not been extended as violence has erupted once again, Israeli snipers attacking aid workers and innocent Palestinians with continued bombing of the strip. The US has been rumoured to have supplied Israel with weapons and it is said that Israeli's robbed bombs from the US amid the beginning of the bombings. Officials from the EU and US see no end to the violence."

>Spitfire sighs
>"You humans hate each other, don't you?"
>You chuckle
"I suppose. I've had someone explain it, saying that it's because we're predators that we feel the need to fight"
>"Humans are predators?!"
>You open your mouth and show Spitfire your teeth
"See? Back in the stone age we chased animals till they were exhausted, then we killed them for food"
>"You could run that long?"
"Apparently so"
>A few minutes of silence follow until your stomach rumbles
>Spitfire giggles
>"Hungry Anon?"
"All I had to eat today were Skittles and Donuts. What do you think?"
>"Good thing we're here then" Spitfire says, pointing to a sign saying 'La Cantina'
>You pull your car over and park at the side of the road
>The pair of you quickly hop out of the car and you lock it, heading towards the restaurant
>Upon entering, a woman at the desk immediately greets you
>"Ah Anon! Welcome! Who's the lovely mare you've brought along? Your marefriend, eh?"
"Haha, no, were partners"
>The woman, Caterina Angello, gives you a face that could be compared to George Costanza's 'ISHYGDDT' face
"Police partners"
>It takes her a moment to understand
>"Ahh vedo, vedo, questo ha un senso. A special occasion then?"
"Well, yes. If it wasn't for this Pegasus here, I'd be lying in the city morgue"
>Caterina's face changes to one of shock
>"Mama Mia, what happened?"
"I got kicked off the top of the big construction site in the Financial District"
>"Dear me, it's good your still alive! This is a great man here Miss..."
>"Spitfire, just Spitfire if you don't mind"
>"Spitfire, as I was saying, this is a great man and a brilliant officer, Si arn't Anon?"
>You chuckle at the compliment
"Thank you Caterina. Have you got a table for two?"
>"I've always got a table for our best customer! Come right this way!"
>Caterina brings you to the room upstairs, the entire restaurant being fairly full, as usual

>Walking to the end of the room by the windows, she seats the two of you down, handing you menu's.
>"Would you like to order drinks now?"
"Ehm, I'll have Cranberry Juice please"
>"Red Wine, please"
>"Right away!"
>Caterina leaves, giving you and Spitfire time to discuss the menu
>"What are you having, Anon?"
"Crab Salad for a starter, Spaghetti Bolognese for the main course, and Pepperoni Pizza to go with it all. You?"
>"I think I'll go with the same as you"
"Great, we'll share the pizza then"
>"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely"
>You both close your menu's and put them to the side of the table
>The atmosphere in the restaurant is wonderful. Authentic Italian music playing downstairs, the smells of Italian food cooking. The stone walls of the building and old style to the building. Everything is so... Italian.
>You admire the candles on the table before looking out the window at the night skyline of Los Angeles
>It's quite dark now, and the skyscrapers shine like stars
>Huge, straight, tall stars
>"You're right Anon, this is a really nice place"
>You snap back to reality at Spitfires words
"Of course I was right, I'm always right"
>Spitfire simply smiles and gazes out the window at the night sky
>"Why didn't you order wine? Don't you drink?"
"Of course I drink, but someone has to drive home tonight"

>"We could just get a taxi"
"Ah, I've spent enough on taxis today, and I'd rather have my car at my home than leave it here"
>"Fair enough"
>You sit back and look out the window, rain beginning to latter down for the second time today
>But you like rain
>It can be peaceful
>Caterina returns to your table with a tray and drinks, putting the wine by Spitfire and the juice by you
>"Are you ready to order?"
>"I think so, are we Anon?"
"Yep. We'll have two crab salads as starters, two spaghetti Bolognese as main courses and a pepperoni pizza between us. That's right, isn't it Spitfire?"
>"Sounds about right"
>As you say all this, she writes your orders down
>"Great, your food should be with you soon!"
"Thanks Caterina!"
>Caterina smiles and walks downstairs to the kitchen
>You and Spitfire take sips of your drinks as you look around the room at the paintings and pictures
>You usually eat outside or downstairs, so it's rare to get to see the upstairs of the building

"So Spitfire, what did you do in the Wonderbolts?"
>Spitfire ponders on this for a second
>"All sorts of things really. We are mainly known for our flying skills and we put on shows or go on tours every so often."
"That all? I thought you're a division in the military?"
>"We are. It's just uncommon for something to happen, unlike this city"
"Oh you'll find plenty of action here alright."
>You take a gulp of your drink
"Ever miss home?"
>"Which 'home'?"
"Both"
>"I don't miss Cloudsdale much, I'm always there and I've seen it all, but I miss Scande-neigh-via. I miss my family too, I haven't seen them in a while. That reminds me, I should write them a letter. I said I would"
 "Just let them know you're safe. That's what a family wants to know most"
>"Do you always know the exact right thing to say at the right time?"
"Yep. I should become a hostage negotiator"

>Spitfire shakes her head
>"No, it's not for you"
"I know that. If it was for me I'd be one already"
>"Are you thinking of going into any divisions? Become a detective?"
"Trying to get rid of me that quickly? Haha, no, I'm not. I prefer on-the-beat policing to detective work."
>Spitfire nods as she takes some of her wine, looking out the window
>She begins to point down the street as she puts her glass down and says
>"Hey, look! Something's happening over there"
>Looking down the street you see two ambulances and an EMS Supervisor car parked outside a building, their lights still on
"Oh, you're right. Must have been a bad accident over there"
>As you say this, Caterina comes back with two plates
>"Here you go! Two crab salads! Enjoy!"
"Ah, thank you!"

>Picking up your knife and fork, you begin to eat the starter
>A beautiful mix of crab meat, herbs and spices in a pudding like shape
>With a nice salad beside it too
>For a few minutes, not a word is spoken by you or Spitfire as you both eat your food
>Finishing a forkful, you decide to break the silence
"Well? How is it?"
>Spitfire looks up at you as she eats her meal, finishing what's in her mouth before replying
>"Beautiful, Absolutely beautiful. You really know where to take a woman"
"Mmm, I know where to take myself and all. I told you it'd be nice"
>"I didn't doubt you"
>The two of you finish your starters
>As you finish, you notice that the ambulances and EMS Supervisor vehicles are gone from the building they were at
>A waiter soon comes over to the pair of you and takes away your plates and cutlery

>The two of you are once again left to make time pass as you wait for your main meal
>This time, Spitfire is the first to talk
>"What do you think was happening over there?" She says, pointing to where the ambulances were
"I don't know, I'd say there was an accident with multiple victims, so they probably needed extra paramedics. That's likely why the EMS Supervisor was there"
>"Hmm. I'm curious, I want to know what was going on"
"Don't let it bother you. There's plenty more interesting things happening in the world. Likelihood is you'll never know what happened there."
>Spitfire sighs as she lies her head on the back of the chair
>"Anon, have you ever been shot?"
"Yes. In the stomach"
>"Sore?"
"Very sore. Took a 9mm round to the stomach and fell. My partner at the time kept us covered until backup arrived"
>"Ever... Seen an officer die?"
"No, thankfully not, and I won't if I can help it. Must we talk about these things? Let's be optimistic and hope we don't get shot at"
>"Yeah, you're right"
>"How long have you been in the LAPD?"
"Three years. How long have you been in the Wonderbolts?"
>"About four years"
"Captain in four years, huh?"
>"Yep, they were looking for a new captain and at the time they had me"
>Silence between the two of you starts again as you takes more gulps of your drink, finishing it
>Spitfire takes smaller sips
>"So, what kind of music do you like?"
"Good music"
>Spitfire smiles
>"Anything in specific?"
"No, I like all sorts of music, but most music these days is utter crap"

"What about you? What music do you like?"
>"I... I don't know... I never listen to music. I like some movie soundtracks and stuff I guess"
"You don't listen to music?"
>"Nope, it's usually terrible so I turn it off, and I don't get the time to relax a lot if the time. The Wonderbolts will really keep a pony working"
"Well, expect more time to relax, you don't have as little time to relax in law enforcement"
>Two waiters approach the table, one carrying a pizza, the other, two bowls of Spaghetti Bolognese
>The first waiter sets the pizza down at the side of the table while the other puts your meals in front of you
>"Now, would you like more drinks?"
>"Oh, yes please" Spitfire replies
"Yes, that'd be great, thanks"
>Taking the cutlery from the napkin, you quickly dig into your meal, the heat of the food radiating onto your face as the exquisite taste reaches your tongue
>The meal is gorgeous, and Spitfire seems to think so too, as she hasn't stopped eating either
>Finishing a forkful, you take a slice of pizza from the tray and begin eating it, again, another example of the fine food cooked by this establishment
>Spitfire notices you eating some pizza and decides to take a slice, her eyes closing as she bites down on a slice

>You continue eating your slice until you finish it, noticing that Spitfire has finished her slice first
"I told you, this is the best restaurant ever"
>"You never told me that"
"Shut up and eat, you"
>You both chuckle before you both continue eating the spaghetti Bolognese, eating a slice of pizza every so often
>Little is said as you both finish your meals, leaving completely clean bowls and a tray where the pizza was
>Soon after finishing, a waiter comes and collects the dishes
"So, you enjoyed that I presume?"
>"Well, what do you think?"
"You did. Right, let's go pay"
>You both stand up as you head downstairs to the reception desk
 "Lovely meal as always Caterina! Can I have the bill?"
>"Of course! And I trust everything was fine for the lovely Spitfire?"
>She says this as she types on the cash register
>"Yes, the food was delicious, thank you!"
>Caterina hands you a bill, the total on it being $64.95
>"How much Anon? We split the price?"
"What are you talking about? This is my treat to you, I'm paying"
>"Oh come on Anon, we both know it was nothing"
>Spitfire flies up to get eye level with you
"Nothing to you, maybe. To me, I thought I was going to die then"
>Spitfire faintly smiles
>"Well, if you insist.."
>You take out your wallet and take out seventy dollars, placing it on the counter
"Here you go, tip included!"
>"Thank you! Have a good night! "
>You wave to Caterina as you walk outside, Spitfire hovering beside you
>"Thanks for a great night Anon, is there anything else you want to do?"

>You look down at your watch
>Quarter past nine o'clock
"Ehm, I don't know. I'm not sure there's much to do at the moment. It's pretty late. I guess we can go for a drive though, the city is nice at night, and it's pretty mild out here"
>"Sounds good to me"
>Taking your keys from your pocket, you use the central locking to open the doors
>You both enter the Alfa and sit back, putting your belts on
>"You know where we're going?"
"It's a drive, we'll go where the road takes us"
>With this statement, you start up the engine
>Driving out of the parking area, you join into the low city traffic
>Traffic is moving fast, and you are on a good speed towards the highway that will take you into the countryside of LA county
>Eventually joining onto the highway, you see that it too isn't very busy, but has a fair few trucks heading too and from the docks
>Although, the lanes you are travelling on are next to empty
>Heading towards the exit of LA, you turn on the radio
>Adverts
>You turn it off
>Always shit on the radio
>Traffic is as light as it has been as you exit the urban areas of LA and enter the rural countryside
>Spitfire admires the sights silently as you drive along the highway until you turn off, heading along long, empty roads that lead to the top of one of the large hills overlooking the City of Angels

>"So, you know where we're going then?"
"No, I've never been here before. I thought it'd be the perfect time to find out"
>Driving up the country road, you pass a few houses and sheds, even a cafe, eventually reaching the top of the road, a car park with an observation deck at the end
>You park in the car park and get out, looking at the two other cars in the lot
>Obviously inferior to the glorious red Alfa 156 that they are privileged to be parked near
>There is nobody around or on the observation deck, so you assume the occupants of the other cars are in the cafe a little down the hill
>Spitfire is nowhere in sight either
"Spitfire? Where's you go?"
>"Up here!" she says as you look up, seeing that she's hovering high in the air
>"You should see the sight from here Anon! You can see LAX!"
>Walking over to the observation deck, you climb up the steps and look over the railing
>She was right, on the now beautifully clear night after the rain, you could see the entire city, it's lights illuminating the area around
>Not long after you began looking at the city, you notice a plane landing at the airport
>It disappears behind the tall skyscrapers
>Spitfire's hooves land on the railing beside you as she leans on it, staring at the city, her having obviously landed while you were sightseeing

"We may never get rid of crime and corruption from this city, but god damn is it one of the most beautiful cities I've ever seen"
>"Did grow up here when you moved from Italy?"
>You point towards a tall apartment block to your right
"That's where I grew up, that building over there. Apartment number 23"
>"What's it like growing up in a city then? I grew up in a moderately sized town"
"Nothing special about it really. You got a bus to school, you rushed to the elevator when you got back, otherwise just normal. You could always get to a shop quick enough. Everything is close together"
>"Did you have any siblings? You never told me"
"No. I have plenty of cousins and relatives though. What about you?"
>"Me neither... I had great relatives and parents though. Not many cousins"
>Spitfire sighs, looking at the ground below
>"Sometimes I think my parents are disappointed in me. My dad always wanted a son"
"Oh come on, I'm sure that's not true"
>"It is. He said it to me once, he came home from work and just told me, out of the blue, gave me a disappointed look and went to bed. I was young at the time, so I didn't know what to think of it"
"I'm sure you don't need to worry about it. Look how you turned out! Captain of the Wonderbolts!"
>Spitfire closes her eyes for a second before speaking
>"No, I'm pretty sure yes still disappointed. I was always expected to take over the family business. My dad ran a small courier business, delivering long range packages. My parents always looked down on government jobs, especially military"
>You look at Spitfire, your face donning a sad expression
"If it's any consolation to you, I know what it's like to be unappreciated"
>Spitfire looks up at you, a half smile, half depressed look on her face
>"Shoot"

"When I graduated from the LAPD academy, I sent a copy of my framed certificate to my parents. They had certificates of my cousins degrees and other things on the walls, so I thought they'd like mine"
>"And?"
"They hung it on the inside of the bathroom door. I found out when I visited them in their house in the county. That was three years ago. I haven't spoke to them since, I just couldn't think of what I say to them, or how to confront them about it"
>Spitfire wears a look of disgust on her face
>"That's not true, is it? You made that up to make me feel better, right? It's not true"
"No, not really. It was more of a guest bathroom than anything"
>"Gosh, I didn't know.. I'm so sorry"
"Not at all! It's not as bad as what you told me, after all"
>"Do you keep in contact with any other family?"
"... No. Everybody sorta stopped talking to me when I became a cop. My family never really liked police, at all."
>"Oh.."
"It's okay, I have great friends here in the LAPD, and in this city, so I don't really need them!"
>"What made you join the LAPD anyway?"
"Good question..."
>You pause for a good two minutes thinking about it

"I suppose... Well... It was one day, I was walking down the street thinking to myself. I was thinking about what I should do, I was pretty distressed. I just felt like I was disappointing my family and that I was a waste of space, not doing anything with my life. Then, at that moment, a LAPD patrol car flew by, sirens on, and stopped outside a building up the road, and I thought to myself 'Why not become a cop?' So that's what I did. I became a police officer"
>Spitfire nods before looking back out at the city
>You both stay like this for a few minutes until you speak up
"What about you? Why did you want to join the Wonderbolts?"
>"What Pegasus didn't want to join the Wonderbolts? They were my idols at the time, so I always tried to become one. It took awhile, but I eventually made it in"
>You look at your watch
"We should probably head home, it's pretty late, and we're working tomorrow"
>"I guess you're right, come on, let's go. I'm pretty tired now anyway"
>You take your keys out and unlock your car, heading over and getting in
>Putting your seatbelt on as Spitfire puts on hers, you start the engine and head back towards the city
"Where are you staying? I'll drop you off"
>"Just take me to your place, I can fly back from there"
"You sure?"
>"Of course"
>The remainder of the journey back is silent, other than multiple yawns from Spitfire
>The traffic was quiet on the way back, just like it was on the way

>It doesn't take long to get back home, and so you arrive back and park your car, get out and lock it
>Spitfire walks along, yawning
"Are you sure you don't want me to drop you back? You seen pretty god damn tired"
>"I AM pretty god damn tired... But I'm sure I can make it back fine, thanks for offering though"
"Alright, if you insist. Have a good night sleep and be ready for work tomorrow"
>"You too, and thanks for a great night out, Anon"
"No problem, bye"
>"Bye"
>She waves a hoof to you before walking down the street as you head inside your apartment building and call the elevator
>The door pings and opens as you step inside and take the elevator to your floor
>Stepping out, you ready your keys and unlock your door, entering the apartment and flicking on the light switch
>Everything is in order and you decide to just go straight to bed, kicking off your shoes as you go
>Entering your room, you take off your clothes down to your boxers and turn off the lights, getting into bed
>And with that, you begin to drift off to sleep

>Knocking.
>That's what you can hear
>You open you eyes and look over at the clock on your bedside table
>2:25 am
>As you slide out of bed, you put your dressing gown on as the knocking continues
"I'm coming! Hold on!"
>You groggily walk to the door and flick the lights on, heading to the front door and unlocking it
>Opening it, you see no-one at your eye level, but looking down you see Spitfire, shivering
"Spitfire?! What are you doing here? Come in!"
>Spitfire walks in
>"Sorry Anon, I must have woken you up... I got lost, I couldn't find a way back to my hotel"
"How did you manage that? You stay there, how don't you know where it is?"
>"Every time I've had to leave it somebody drove me where I was going and back, I never really picked up the route. One of the other Sergeants at the station has been taking me to work and back"
>You sigh
"I see, well, you may stay here the night. I've got a spare bedroom, ill take you to work in the morning too"
>"Thanks Anon, I don't mean to cause so much hassle"
"It's alright, don't worry about it. The guest room is over to my right, toilet is over near my room. Let me know if you need anything"
>"Alright, thanks!"
>You move over to the thermostat on the wall and tap the 'boost' button, turning on the heating in the apartment
>As Spitfire heads into her new room for the night, you head to yours, taking off the dressing gown and hopping into bed
>Spitfire switches the light off in the kitchen before going to her room
>"Goodnight Anon"
"Goodnight, Spitfire"
END OF DAY ONE