In response to recent events, things on the Capital are beginning to get a touch out of hand.
//Consider some, all, or none of this half-assed "story" visible to whoever feels it beneficial to their roleplay. Your call.
"Uhh, Precinct four headquarters, patrol three-twenty-seven, we've got a ten-thirty-four in progress, possible ten-thirty-one, thirty-two. Fifth and Westfield, counting probable two-hundred heads moving east from 'Hattan Tech along Fifth towards, uhh... towards local business district, ten-seventy-eight, request arr-arr-you, over."
"Three-twenty-selm, pee-four aych-cue, ten-thirty-one, ten-thirty-two, ten-thirty-four, Third and West, running east. Ten-four, rolling riot. Aych-cue, out."
"Pee-four aych-cue, all units, ten-three. Armed ten-thirty-four, Fifth and Westfield, on the move east, say again, east. All units, respond ten-eighteen. Eff-tee-oh Boone, get your crew together, ten-twenty-five, you're go ten-after response, ten-thirty-nine, out."
"This is Sergeant Boone, Liberty Police, Incorporated. By order of the governor, this assembly has been deemed unlawful. You are requested and required to disperse of your own accord..."
"Fuck the Police!"
"...Disperse of your own accord, or appropriate force may be used to restore order. This is your only warning."
"This is Angie Christman onboard the Sky-Five news chopper. We're reporting from the scene of a growing anti-government protest that appears to have spawned from Manhattan Technical University. A spokesman for the group addressed one of our field reporters, and informed us that this is a peaceful march against gov-... Oh, French, are you seeing this?"
"I am, Angie. To those of you just joining us, a riot has broken out in downtown Sedgefield, home of Manhattan Tech. As you can see, the local Liberty Police contingent has just arrived. Judging by the vehicles, these aren't your average beat-cops."
"Seems like that's the case, French. Looking at the markings on those armored cars, that's the Fourth Precinct Riot Suppression Unit. If you recall our previous broadcasts, the Fourth Precinct has recently been under scrutiny for abuse of..."
"Roscoe, we're just here to clear 'em out, right?"
"Yeah, of course we are. There's a reason we're rocking batons and bean-bags, not rifles."
"'Kay. I know the Chief said to avoid any incidents."
"Only 'incident' that's fixing to happen is bruises and a coupla' stun-burns. They're kids, and even better, they're college kids. Fold like wet paper."
"Heh, yeah. Remember last time, with that one redhead tried to grab on your vest..."
"French VanCamp again, viewers, and welcome back to the afternoon news on Channel Five. As you can see indicated on your screen... Here, the local riot squad is now disembarking and assembling. To those of you unfamiliar with Liberty Police riot suppression tactics, they typically involve the use of... There it is. Each of those Buffalo vehicles are equipped with a high-pressure water cannon, used to encourage individuals to, ah... 'Rethink poor choices', as phrased by one Liberty Police commissioner."
"It doesn't appear to have had the desired effect, French! Someone in the crowd has just lobbed what seems to be a chunk of brick towards the assembled officers in retaliation, striking one before he was able to raise his riot shield!"
"Ach, cunt! Dude just beaned me!"
"Hell yeah he did! Good thing you don't have a brain rattling around in there, Roscoe! Ahah!"
"Yeah, yeah! Lock it up, let's get this shit over with. Masks, shields!"
"Hah-ooh! Hah-ooh! Hah-ooh!"
"Got his ass! Did you guys see that shit? Pinged that fucking pig right off his helmet!"
"Yeah, we all saw, you idiot! You just pissed them off!"
"We welcome all our viewers back from the scheduled commercial break. Angie, could you give us a report on the developing situation near Man' Tech'?"
"I most certainly can, French! The local Riot Suppression Unit has formed a shield wall and are advancing on the mob! I don't know if you can hear over the chopper, but the sound of stun batons against riot shields is deafening!"
"We're catching a little bit of it, Angie, but I think it would be best if we got with one of our reporters on the ground. Steve, are you with us?"
"Right here, French! Steven Glock here, reporting live from ground zero. On the outside, the gathering appears to be building up steam! A few more bricks have been thrown by more unruly-ah! Did you see that? Joey, quick, get out of the cloud!"
"See-ess gas out, reloading!"
"Gas out, gas out! Roscoe, hit it!"
"Copy, corporal! Line, advance! Get those fuckin' bike cops out from the back of 'em or they're gonna' get trampled!"
"Shit, shit, here they come! Just-... Just sit down, they're not gonna' beat-..."
"I'm not resisting! Stop, this is police brutality, I'm not resisting!"
"H-hey, not the bato-ahnf!"
"Stacey! Get off of her, you fucking pig! Stop!"
"Get your hands behind your goddamn back, kid! We're not playing around!"
"Cuff 'em and leave 'em for the regulars, we'll circle back once the rest of 'em piss off!"
"You got it, Roscoe! Kid, quit squirming, or you're gonna' get it wors-... Fuck it! Tazer, tazer, tazer!"
"Aaaah!"
"Oh my god, they shot Stacey!"
"What the fuck?! It was that one, the dude with the blue on his helmet!"
"Get his ass!"
"Fuck him up!"
"Agh! Ah-hah... Ahem, hah... S-steven Glock here again. Angie, French, can you hear me? This, ah, this demonstration is starting to spiral out of control! We're hearing rumors back here that one of the Man' Tech' students has been shot, and now the crowd is surging towards the local Police contingent!"
"We've got you, Steven. Angie, you've got the best view, and our viewers are desperate to know what's going on down there!"
"As best we can tell, the Riot Suppression Unit is still pushing forward and dragging the most unruly individuals back behind their shield wall to secure them, but the crowd is pushing back! One of the Officers on the scene-... Oh, someone's just thrown a beer bottle, and-... My god!"
"Jesus, Angie, what was that?!"
"Molotov!"
"Fuck! Precinct four, eff-tee-oh Boone, ten-nine-nine-nine three times! Say again, officers down! Eleven-fourty-one, ten-sev-..."
"Roscoe, check the buildings, they're chucking stuff from the hotel balcony!"
"Fuck them! Get Stevens and the rest back, call the trucks and hose them down, then keep the rollers with us! The rest of you, push through, push through! Make a hole!"
"They're gonna' run us over! Get back! Get up against the buildings!"
"No, stop, please! We can't breathe back here! You're crushing uh-ahnf!"
"French, it's Angie. It looks like the riot cops didn't take kindly to three of their own being singed! After that incident a few months ago, the Police has requisitioned new flame-retardant riot-control armor, but I've been told it still stings worse than anything!"
"Let's hope that equipment lives up to expectations! Those officers were practically engulfed! Angie, those trucks are on the move, what's going on down there?"
"Seems the arr-ess-you are attempting to pin the demonstrators against the local buildings and businesses to restrict their movement. Perhaps they're going to-... There it is! With the protestors locked down, the water cannons appear to be much more effective!"
"Tell the boys in the trucks to keep it up! Gas, rubber shells, lay it on 'em! Keep their heads down, and we'll grind through!"
"Cannons are about at half-cap, boss! We've gotta make it quick!"
"Then make it quick and quit talking! Someone get me more zip-cuffs!"
"Boone, we can't use rubber shot at this range, it'd be lethal!"
"Yeah, and so are fuckin' firebombs! Gimme' that, since you have yet to fuckin' grow a pair! Take the cuffs, get these liberal cunts in the wagon!"
"Boss? Boss! Sarge, wait!"
"O-oh my good-... Cut the camera! Commercial, now!"
"Roscoe, you just fuckin' painted the wall with the guy's brain!"
"Do I look like I don't know that, you uppity shit? I'll do it again, an' if you don't want that to happen, get the cuffs on them. You, twink with the fuckin' gay-ass hair! Get on the ground! Get on the goddamn ground, now!"
"French, we can't air this... Fuck! Someone get, erh..."
"I know, Angie. Someone call the producer, plug in some generic weather reports. We'll... Come up with something. Did that last bit make it past the censors?"
"Nah, sir. Cut the feed right before the big guy pulled the trigger."
"...Good, right, okay. Make our commercial break and the weather reports last long enough for this to blow over. Get Glock and his camera-jockey on the line, tell him to go, uhh... Go away from the blood. Jesus, easier said than done. We'll report on the, uhh... On the cleanup, arrests, whatever. Keep the cameras off that wall. Commissioner is going to have our asses if we air this before the Police make a statement."
"You got it, French. They're going to have your ass, and I'll be long gone by then. Fucking pigs."