A beautiful day to catch a perp.

Gotham. 67th Street.

 

So, where's this dude staying?

Apparently, he's got himself a nice new apartment at the one on the corner of 67th and 32nd.

Investigations taken a while. I reckon he's relaxed by now. Should be fun.

Sure, Dan. I love arresting jewel thieves.

Hey, at least they aren't as likely to murder you as, say...murderers.

Heh. No shit.

Here. Try the buzzer.

*bzzzz*

Mr Trent? We'd like to have a word with you. Regarding...um...a package.

Oh, god. Nice one, Hanson.

Hey, shutup. You know I'm not too good at thinking of things on the fly-

 

*Crash*

 

Shit. That sounds like our perp.

Round the back! Go, go!

 

Where'd he go?

Around the corner, heading east!

 

Shit. Now where is he?

Umm...shit. Where the hell-

There! Jumping the Reservoir fence! Get over there!

 

You head around the reservoir, I'll follow him directly!

 

Stop! In the name of the law!

 

Hyaaah!

*Thud*

 

Gottim.

Damn, he's fast.

Yeah, he sure is.

God, it's hot. I really feel like taking the day off and just jumping in the reservoir.

You'd poison it, Dan.

Hey. Zip it.

Oh, crap.

 

'Mr Trent; you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do...

 

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GCPD goes on a footchase, and ends up in #67, the Reservoir.

Done