Sitting down on a bench right outside one of the more localized Dunkin Donuts in Chicago, Aiden Pearce took the last sip of his mocha and tossed it into the trash bin next to him. Arms extending across the top of the bench, lounging backwards with one leg overlapping the other, Aiden glared forward the the very busy intersection. Sirens blared as three pursuing cop cars chased after a black van; a van used in a recent robbery. Aiden saw this all coming, from the time he used his Profiler on one of the men in the bank, to the time he caught an eyeful of that same man now IDed as Robert Coach, snooping around the perimeter of the bank. Now, right on track with Pearces prediction, was the robber speeding forward. And Aiden had a plan. 3...2...1... With a swipe of his finger on his PDA, he set the robbers lane to a red light, while switching the oncoming lane of the intersection to green. Many cars were speeding, and therefore, within the seconds to come: CRASH, BASH, BOOM! And now, Pearce walked away with his hands shoved in his trench coat, as the cops called for a few ambulances and secured the devastating crash.
Posted on: Mon, 02 Dec 2013 20:32:36 +0000
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