Kirsty and Jo were in the RV, "Keep your eyes skinned for a biker, especially a speeding one." said Jo.
"Yes Sarge." said Kirsty, her nose practically pressed against the glass. "There he is! There he is!" shouted Kirsty, pointing at a biker approaching like rocket from behind them.
"Call it in!" shouted Jo, flicking on the blues and twos and signalling for the biker to pull in whilst trying to manoeuvre the car across the road.
The biker gave her the thumbs up, "Watch out, he's about to overtake." said Kirsty.
The biker saw that the area car would have completely blocked the road by the time he got to the space. But he gunned the engine anyway and charged them.
Jo had swung the car right round, the two women watched as the motorbike raced towards them. Then the biker pulled the bike up into a wheelie, Jo and Kirsty ducked, protecting their heads with their arms.
Jo looked up just as the area car jolted backwards as the bike's front wheel made contact with the bonnet. She saw the wheel spinning above her head, then it crashed down onto the roof, scraping the paint off the roof as it gained traction and propelled the biker up and over.
As soon as the area car bobbed back up Jo restarted the engine and gave chase, this was personal now.
The biker turned round and mock-saluted, it was clearly his signature move. Jo clenched her jaw and stuck on his tail, swinging the car round the corners after the bike.
The biker threw the bike round another corner and tried to increase the distance between himself and the straining area car.
Jo was determined not to be made a fool of by any of the low-life scum that thought they were the exception to the highway code.
The biker was equally determined not to be sent to jail, he was sparing no effort to get to his getaway point.
Then he was in the home straight, he could see the jump coming up, he'd need to get it just right. If he timed it wrong then he'd end up upside down being dragged down the steps underneath his motorbike.
Jo assumed that he was going to slow down, but instead he sped up. He went into a wheelie just in time, he nearly took his head off on the top of the underground stairs.
He landed and sped away, not forgetting to turn round and wave with both hands at the two dumbfounded policewomen.
This time it was Jo who was saying that they'd definitely been closer than the boys, in fact they'd almost caught him.
"Sure you did, but you wait until I get behind him. He'll be in the cells within an hour." said Mickey confidently.
"Good luck with that." said Smithy as he came in, "It won't be you that catches the biker."
"I s'pose it'll be you will it?" asked Mickey sarcastically.
"More likely me than you." said Smithy, tilting his chair back onto two legs.
"In your dreams." said Mickey, "I'm going to go and catch him now."
"I wish you luck." said Smithy, "Anyway, Jo. How close were you to catching our rogue rider?"
"Fairly close, but he took all the paint off the top of our vehicle. He wheelied over us." said Jo, in explanation to Smithy's quizzical expression.
"Do you think he's danger to the public?" asked Smithy, watching Jo's facial expression intently.
"Yes." said Jo, "Well, maybe."
Smithy raised his eyebrow.
"He hasn't actually been involved with anyone other than the police." said Jo, "But he could easily just lose control and kill someone, let alone himself."
"But what are you gonna arrest him for when you catch him, dangerous driving?" asked Smithy, letting his chair fall back onto four legs as Inspector Gold came in.
"Smith, how many times have I told you not to tilt your chair back?" shouted Gina from the doorway.
"Sorry Ma'am, won't happen again." said Smithy apologetically.