Panic and chaos broke out as armed police came charging into the place where the Chinese were. People were running round like headless chickens and the poor soul locked and blindfolded, in the back room had no idea what was going on and he was terrified after being kidnapped by these people.
"HANDS IN THE AIR" came a loud feminine voice from the police officer at the front. One of the men dropped a chicken whilst the main man let go of his dogs lead. The dog let out a thundering bark and then it was suddenly silent after the sound of a single shot echoed around the room.
"YOU SHOT MY DOG!" The Chinese man was appalled at this woman, what the hell had she shot the innocent dog for.
Sandra Pullman woke up from that dream in a daze and confused. It took her a moment to realise that it wasn't a fantasy dream but a replay of events that had really happened the evening before. She got up picked up her mobile and Police ID card and set out in her Peugeot for a meeting with DAC Bevan to find out her fate.
Her job was everything to her, she had followed in her father's footsteps, trained at Hendon and then steadily made her way up through the force and was put in charge of the Chinese job. In that one moment when she shot the dog, she knew that that everything she had worked for, all her life might be about to be taken away from her. "Terrific" She said sarcastically once it had all died down. She knew Bevan (her senior officer) would have something to say about this and to no surprise the next day he called a meeting with her.

She walked into the office expecting Donald Bevan to be sitting expectiadly at his desk although the room was filled with large coloured cards and some young man talking to him about changing the colour of the walls in the station. Sandra wasn't listening, that moment was replaying through her head non-stop, she just wanted this meeting to be over and done with.
Finally the man left and she was alone in the office with Bevan.
"Sandra, Sandra, Sandra" he started. "Everyone here is fully aware of the carrier path you have calved out for yourself but that Chinese job let you down. The RSPCA have been in touch about it and we are currently in conversation with them."
"So what does that mean for me?" Sandra asked tentatively, not really wanting to know the answer.
Her brain switched off at this point.
"Sandra?" Bevan asked a few moments later, she had no idea what he had been talking about."Sorry, what?" She said calmly.
"An Unsolved Crime and Open Case Initiative, you and 3 designated personnel will look at cold cases and hopefully bring in fantastic results. This has great potential.
Sandra took a moment to digest this information.
"Designated personnel?" she asked, surely Bevan had people ready to be appointed to her new team
"Well obviously they wouldn't be serving offices as such but it is a great opportunity for retired poli"
"Retired?" Sandra butted it.. "Do they have to have their own teeth?"
"You will be free to choose your team, let me know by the end of the week.. You are free to go."

"Dead.. Dead.. As good as.. Would be if I got my hands on him.." Jack Halford, Sandra's old governor was flicking through photos of retired police officers in his living room seeing who would be good for the job.
Sandra thought he would be perfect for the team but still needed two more officers and Jack knew everyone, surely a couple of these people would be suitable.
"I think you are going to have to advertise" he said to her and they put in an ad to the local rag.
The interviews were a disaster too. Nobody was at all suitable, Sandra was going to have to go to Bevan and explain that it was simply impossible to set up this squad.
Jack, however had other ideas. He handed Sandra two files.
"These two would be good, well as good as you're gonna get."
The first file Sandra opened was Brian Lane, he had left the force on medical grounds. It was known he was an alcholoic and very obsessive about things.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Sandra exclaimed "I know what happened to him"
"No you don't" Jack reassured her. "He is a good officer and unlike the others, he isn't on deaths door.."
She moved on to the second file. Opening it she was graced with a smiling face and immediately remembered the interview with Gerry Standing.
"No. No. No. I only agreed to meet him because I heard so much about him, I certainly didn't think he was serious!"
"Gerry is a good cop, he has put away major villans. He would be an asset Sandra."

Somehow Sandra found herself at the pub with Jack, Brian and Gerry discussing their first case. Once they had all finished Gerry offered her a lift home.
"Uh, yeah why not" She said purely out of politeness. Making enemies before they had started didn't seem like a good idea although she couldn't stand this man.
"You have good legs" He remarked as they walked to the car.
"Er, thanks" she said awkwardly. "Is it this one?
They had stopped next to an old green Stag that Sandra thought looked like a pile of rust.
"Yep! My 4th child" Gerry said looking lovingly at it. They got in and set off, Sandra giving directions.
"4th ay? So you have 3 kids?" She was pleased to find a conversation point.
"Yeah. Paula, Amelia and Caitlin, they are all a pain in the arse really, like their mothers but I love them all."
Sandra assumed that they all has different mothers from the way Gerry said it but didn't want to ask. Gerry seemed to have sensed this and laughed.
"3 wives, 3 kids, 3 divorces." He joked. "What about you?"
This is what she had been dreading but luckily by this time they were nearing her road.
"Just here is fine" she said and Gerry pulled up and got out the car.
Sandra didn't know what on earth he thought he was doing getting out the car and was sat in the car alone confused for a moment before a blanket of cold air poured in from her door that Gerry had just opened for her.
"Thanks" she said shivering, "I'll see you tomorrow them?"
"Want me to walk you from here?" Gerry asked.
Sandra wanted nothing more than for him to leave her alone but was so cold in the night air she couldn't say anything through her chattering teeth.
Gerry took off his coat and wrapped it round her shoulders. She was suddenly much warmer and stank of smoke from the coat. Strangely she suddenly felt happier than she had in a long time and she didn't know why.