dispatch

the pursuit

     Eyes wondered to a man approaching a parked car dimly lit from above. The gas station was mostly empty. The unknown man leaned over, resting his arms on the ledge of the car window. Something was visibly passed on to the stranger, and he left immediately after, pulling his hood up as he walked.

"289 to Shizuoka."
"289, go ahead," her voice came through his radio.

He shifted his car into drive after watching the blue car drive the opposite direction. He kept his eye on the individual's movements as he walked down the sidewalk.

The deputy held the button on the radio clipped to his uniform and spoke.

"Shizuoka, I've got a suspicious person, corner of Block 16 and South 384 . White male, wearing a black hoodie, dark pants and shoes," he stated.
"Copy, three twenty-three" she replied.

Letting off the brake, his car rolled forward onto the street, quickly catching up to the individual. He rolled his window down, but with one look, the stranger bolted.

"Oh, you little shit," the deputy uttered, rotating the steering wheel with force. Turning onto the next road, he followed the suspect's trail. Again, he hit the button on his radio.

"289 to Shizuoka, be advised: suspect is fleeing on foot Eastbound Block 14. I'm in pursuit."

"10-4, three twenty-five," she spoke through the radio.

     The woman shifted in her chair, planting her feet on the ground and straightening her back. She pressed the button on her headset, ready to transmit the message.

"Shizuoka to all units, be advised: 289 is in pursuit Eastbound Block 14 off South 384. Suspect is fleeing from officer, white male wearing all black clothing running on foot," she spoke clearly.

"290 copies, enroute at three twenty-six."

"293; same traffic," her two other deputies informed, their sirens wailing in the background.

"10-4," she responded.

     She took a deep breath in and let it out, craning her neck to look at the large screen above her station. This TV showed where her deputies were at all times from the trackers in their cars. It was an excellent tool to have during incidents like this.

"289 to all units, I believe the suspect is involved with the League of Villains. I am now in pursuit on foot."

"10-4," she confirmed, rapidly documenting everything in her computer.

"293 to Shizuoka," the radio crackled.

"293."

"Shizuoka, go ahead and contact Pro-Hero Hawks, get him enroute," he ordered.

     Moving to another of her many computers, she clicked the Heroes radio channel button. She knew he'd be sleeping at this hour, so she made sure to tone the channel first. Leaning toward the microphone, she called, "Shizuoka to Hawks."

"Shizuoka, go right ahead," he answered.

"Hawks, I have 289 in pursuit with a white male in all black clothing on foot. Eastbound Block 14, off South 384, Shizuoka Prefecture. 290 and 293 are enroute as well."

"I'll be enroute. ETA: 25 minutes," he replied.

"10-4, thank you."

     Suddenly, the communications phone rang. Before the woman picked it up, she happened to read the caller ID: Pro Hero Hawks. She groaned and answered the phone without picking it up, making sure to put it on speaker.

"Shizuoka Dispatch," she said.

"_____, you're too sweet on the radio," he stated.

Her eyebrows scrunched together, "Excuse me?"

"Yeah, you're way too polite. 'Thank you'? You want brownie points?" he joked.

"Unlike you, I was raised with manners," she huffed.

     She heard Hawks hiss through his teeth.

"Ouch, burn. Anyways, I meant to ask-"

"289 to all units, suspect is Dabi with League of Villains. He is using his quirk, I repeat, quirk has been activated! My car has caught fire per quirk and is out of service, blocking road on Block 14."

"Oh Lord," she breathed.

     The League had been around the Shizuoka area recently. Other than that group, there wasn't much crime. Since the Hero Killer: Stain had shown up a few weeks ago, along with the Nomus, it had been Hell. Vigilantes were getting brave, especially in Musutafu.

   Luckily, _____ only dispatched in that specific area, but if she had to, she would do the whole Shizuoka Prefecture.

     The woman changed the channel to her fire department, toning them.

"Shizuoka to Shizuoka Fire, we have an active pursuit involving one individual and three deputies. Suspect has caught 289's car on fire per quirk activation Eastbound Block 14 off South 384 Road. The vehicle is blocking the road. Stand by until further notice," she advised.

"Copy, three thirty-two," Fire responded.

"I love listening to you dispatch," Hawks spoke through the phone.

     It was clear he was flirting. Attempting to, at least.

"Ha, my deputies tell me the same thing," she grinned.

"290 to Shizuoka, 293 and I are 10-23," the radio interrupted.

"10-4."

"You know, you and I have worked together quite a few times over the past two years," he continued.

"Uh huh," she droned.

"And not once have I ever seen what you look like."

"Okay?"

He groaned, realizing she wasn't catching the drift, "What are you doing after work?"

"Hawks, this is not an appropriate conversation to have on my work phone that just so happens to record every call," she scolded.

"Well, it's not like it's an inappropriate conversation," he replied childishly.

     The dispatcher scoffed aloud, hoping he heard it. He chuckled at her.

"290 to Shizuoka, 289 is down, I repeat: 289 is down!" the radio squealed at the end of the transmit.

"10-4," she replied, wide-eyed.

"No, no, no," she spoke softly, "Kenji, no."

"290 to Shizuoka."

"290," she answered immediately.

"Shizuoka," Haru paused over the radio, taking a moment to breathe.

"Shizuoka, 289 is J-4. Did not locate suspect. The rest of us are clear."

     She was paralyzed. In all her time working there, this had never happened.

Her voice cracked on the radio, "I'll contact the coroner."

"10-4," Haru responded.