Another pic that I've no idea when I'm gonna finish, so I'll just post it and the story for it for the time being.



"Dispatch, vehicle just blew by me, description to follow" the vixen says as she punches the gas down in her car, flipping on her strobes and siren, the holographic lights and RSB markings appearing along the white body with soft hums as the speedometer rapidly climbs to 160mph to catch up, both cars weaving around traffic. "Vehicle's a blue McLaren... Yeah driver sees me, guess hold off on EMS." A minute later the two pulled off to the side of the road and the vixen hopped out of her GT, briskly walking to the driver's door of the McLaren as the window rolled down, tapping the tailight to leave prints as she passed it. When she got to the window, the annoyance she was feeling manifested on her face as she rubbed her eyes and sighed.

"Kid, out of the car." she groans, seeing the driver was a 17 year old boy more than likely taking his new toy for a joyride.
"No" he says smugly while openly eyeing the vixen.

"Boy, I ain't gon' say it again." Foxelyn says as she opens the door and stares at the teen, her shades lightening so their eyes met. With a chuckle the teen turns the car off and gets out, the vixen stepping back as he does before she turns him around and locks her cuffs on his wrists and snatches his wallet.

"HEY! What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" He yells, trying to jerk away in vain as she easily holds him in place and waits for him to quit. "You're under arrest for reckless driving, excessive speeding-"
"My dad's a lawyer! He's gonna sue the hell out of you, commie pig!" the teen interrupts as she showed him her badge and was about to read him his rights.
"Oh he is? You know your rights?" she asks
"Y-Yeah?" he answers before she sits him on the grass.
"Then do what ya daddy told ya: shut up." she says as she walks back to her car, the teenager trying to get up again and cursing at her.

"Goddamn red bitch! You're not a real cop!" he screams, tears starting to form in his eyes.
"Kid, jus' sit down and shut up. I got you going 120 in a 30, you're in enough trouble-"
"FUCK YOU, GODDAMN COMMIE BITCH!"
"Boy, you are losing your license and ya fancy car!" Foxelyn barks back as she spins on her foot and faces him again as he broke into tears and the reality of the situation finally hit him.
"R-Really..? he asks with a sniff and the vixen sighs, setting her badge back on her hip and leaning against her car.

"Yeah. You go over 100mph in this state, you lose your license, and that weaving around cars back there?" she starts, pulling his license from the wallet, scanning the license and running it before setting it back in the wallet and putting that on the roof of her car as she waited for a local cop to show up and take the kid in. "Reckless driving and endangering others. But you're lucky. You just turned 17, so in two years you can get your license back, and from what I saw, you've got potential behind the wheel. RSB could turn that potential into skill and give you a good reason to use it. And you'll get your license back after training" she finishes, smiling to him as he looks to her a bit bewildered.

"B-But, isn't this going on my record?" he asks, the vixen nodding back.

"Yeah, but we don't care as long as you ain't a violent offender. The dashcam footage actually works in your favor for trying to get in for the patrol division like me since they want people that aren't afraid to floor it and can keep it under control, and we like people trying to turn their lives around."



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