CRASH!!
The BMW sport car crashed into the massive gravel pole with the sound of crumpling metal and shattering glass, denting the car's beautiful exterior almost instantly.
The smooth, once-gleaming metallic blue paint exterior was now grotesque in appearance in the front where the collision had occurred.
Rio, a FSG agent positioned in patrolling duties, marched out of his vehicle after getting to a few yards before Leo's BMW—the same car he had been chasing.
He blew on the communication device hanging by his shirt. The small silver whistle-shaped object glowed purple at his breath, activating its transmission capabilities.
"Target vehicle located and... neutralized," he spoke in a clipped, professional tone. "Proceeding with extraction protocol Alpha-Seven."
Rio approached the driver's side window, his breath fogging the glass as he peered inside, expecting to find... possibly injured suspects. What he saw—or rather, didn't see—drained the color from his face.
