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Ambush-predator · 03-04-2016, 04:34 PM

AALOKA’S PURSUIT

Julie and Aaloka were on patrol. They liked working together. On the face of it they were very different, the big, optimistic, easy-going blonde and the intense, witty, clever, passionate Indian, but they’d both been in the police about two years, they were almost the same age (24 and 23), they both knew how to deal with leering men and they both liked helping people.

That was particularly Julie’s forte: she liked nothing better than the smiles when a lost child was returned to mother or the thanks of a confused pensioner. Aaloka liked these things too, but being dedicated to keep-fit and to unarmed combat training, she welcomed those rare occasions when she had to deal with a tough male villain or yob. They were a challenge and they gave her a buzz.

On this occasion she was reflecting on the number of times her friend took on helping the lost, sobbing child, the confused old lady or the foreigner with no English – so when they spotted a foreign-looking man with a worried expression and body language, Aaloka quickly volunteered to see if he needed help.

“OK,” said Julie. “I just heard a sort of clatter round the corner. Could be some kids kicking stuff. I’ll check it out.”

The man turned out to be a Somali asylum-seeker who’d got lost looking for the bus station. Aaloka gave him directions and her best wishes. He thanked her warmly. As she walked off after Julie – who’d disappeared round the corner – she did not see the Somali staring at her swaying bottom and rummaging in his trousers.

There was a short scream, quickly cut off. Aaloka knew there were screams and screams. Her sister had once screamed when she opened the door and her new boyfriend was standing there. That sort of scream went its full course. The scream she’d just heard had been desperate and short – and female. Julie! She ran.

Julie was lying on the ground, lying still, and a man stood over her. He was quite small, youngish, white, short-haired and in dark kit a bit like a jogger’s.

“YOU!” yelled Aaloka. “POLICE! HOLD IT!” The man turned round. A mean face, almost girlish features, expressionless eyes. He ran. A coward like most of them. She gave chase. She desperately wanted to check if Julie was all right, but catching this bastard came first.

He ran fast, but she ran faster. She was going to get him.
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03-04-2016, 04:34 PM	#1
Ambush-predator Senior Member Join Date: Mar 2012 Posts: 187 Reputation: 361	Aaloka's Pursuit AALOKA’S PURSUIT Julie and Aaloka were on patrol. They liked working together. On the face of it they were very different, the big, optimistic, easy-going blonde and the intense, witty, clever, passionate Indian, but they’d both been in the police about two years, they were almost the same age (24 and 23), they both knew how to deal with leering men and they both liked helping people. That was particularly Julie’s forte: she liked nothing better than the smiles when a lost child was returned to mother or the thanks of a confused pensioner. Aaloka liked these things too, but being dedicated to keep-fit and to unarmed combat training, she welcomed those rare occasions when she had to deal with a tough male villain or yob. They were a challenge and they gave her a buzz. On this occasion she was reflecting on the number of times her friend took on helping the lost, sobbing child, the confused old lady or the foreigner with no English – so when they spotted a foreign-looking man with a worried expression and body language, Aaloka quickly volunteered to see if he needed help. “OK,” said Julie. “I just heard a sort of clatter round the corner. Could be some kids kicking stuff. I’ll check it out.” The man turned out to be a Somali asylum-seeker who’d got lost looking for the bus station. Aaloka gave him directions and her best wishes. He thanked her warmly. As she walked off after Julie – who’d disappeared round the corner – she did not see the Somali staring at her swaying bottom and rummaging in his trousers. There was a short scream, quickly cut off. Aaloka knew there were screams and screams. Her sister had once screamed when she opened the door and her new boyfriend was standing there. That sort of scream went its full course. The scream she’d just heard had been desperate and short – and female. Julie! She ran. Julie was lying on the ground, lying still, and a man stood over her. He was quite small, youngish, white, short-haired and in dark kit a bit like a jogger’s. “YOU!” yelled Aaloka. “POLICE! HOLD IT!” The man turned round. A mean face, almost girlish features, expressionless eyes. He ran. A coward like most of them. She gave chase. She desperately wanted to check if Julie was all right, but catching this bastard came first. He ran fast, but she ran faster. She was going to get him. Aaloka1_by_3dloon-d9tnpur.jpg Aaloka2_by_3dloon-d9tn420.jpg Aaloka3_by_3dloon-d9tny5w.jpg Aaloka4_by_3dloon-d9tny61.jpg Aaloka5_by_3dloon-d9to2rs.jpg