It had not been an enjoyable week.
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It was the first shift with her new partner. He had the frustrating habit of following the 'rules', but what Samantha had learnt in her 34 years was that the 'rules' were, at most, guidelines. Perhaps even that was too strong. Suggestions? Tips?
For example, the 'rules' stated that you can't use sirens unless you're responding to an urgent call. This is obviously unworkable for a huge number of reasons, chief of which was that the chip shop closed at 2pm and lunchtime traffic was awful.
She looked over at her partner hyperventilating into a crisp packet and sighed.
"Look, you've got to undertand, on the streets you can't always look up the perfect, home-office approved way to react to any given situation. Sometimes you've just got to go with your gut, otherwise the offender will get away."
He nodded slowly while the foil inflated and deflated with a crinkle.
"Good. Now, let me teach you about proper evidence collection, so we can prove that our use of force was proportional." She placed a knife by the vitcims hand. "See? Now it's obvious why we used our taser."
His eyes widened. Her's rolled.
"You might want to note that down."