Of course the criminal had a dog. Why did they always have dogs? He trieid to slip deeper into the isles but of course the dog gave him away. He wasn't sure what to do in this current situation but he knew one thing he could do. He slippped his phone out of his pocket and called one of his cop friends on duty. He knew the isles would hide his actions. He turned the phone all the way down and then on speaker so his cop friend would be able to hear what's going on but the criminal would have no way of figuring out he had his phone.

Of course with his hiding spot found, he decided to to give it up and announce his presence. He stepped out between the isles with hands up. Surrender one might assume. But really he needed his cop buddy to hear what was going on.

"Excuse me, Ma'am," He made sure his voice and hands trembled slightly. He knew nothing else would give away that he was a police officer. After all, he had never seen this criminal before in real life. Just in wanted ads all over the station. He couldn't think of her name,"W-What do you think you're doing?"

He knew he needed her to say what she was doing. He knew if he played the dumb guy in distress that would happen. He needed one more thing to sound believeable though.

"Please don't hurt me. I-I just wanted some water."

That should fix it all up. He knew the clerk kept on looking at him. He just hoped the clerk didn't recognize him and blow his persona, or at least who he was trying to impersonate.

Dammit....

He might not know the criminal personally but she knew who he was. Or roughly. Maybe she was smarter than he thought she was. Normally criminals didn't put records on cops, or at least the ones off duty. Now he was left wondering what his next move was going to be. He knew that he had captured the information he needed to act. His cop friend would be ready to head out while they spoke. He just needed to distract her and keep her here a little longer.

"O-Okay," He walked over to the water, his back partially turned to her but still very much aware of her. He wasn't really after water. He had spotted exactly what he had needed. It seemed like she wasn't too interested in him though. Perhaps because he wasn't in uniform or had his normal gear. He opened up the door for the water and went to grab it, but instead he grabbed the sales tag bar. That was a bar used to slide barcodes and prices on things and was made of metal. He presumed it would hurt severely if somebody got it with one of these. Maybe hurt enough to make even the most wanted criminal cry.

He did work in retail when he was in high school and he knew that knowledge was paying off. The sales bar came off with silence and he shut the door. He quickly moved to the criminal and right when she was trying to decide to leave or stay, that's when he swung.

"Drop the cash," His swing had been aimed toward her hand. He would be sued if he hurt her severely or killed her. That wasn't his plan and it would never be. He preferred keeping criminals alive.

He had caught her by surprise, himself to. He knew that this was supposed to be a top-notch criminal. Hadn't she expected he would try to anything he could to keep her from escaping. He hadn't meant to hurt her though so it made him wonder just how much the metal bar hurt. But that thought passed away when she taunted him. She must be one of those criminals.

"You think your tough stuff don't you, little lady?" He taunted back. He wasn't on duty, he was free to say whatever he liked.

She was still standing cash in hand, which was a problem. He moved to swing again but she was on the way out the door. She decided not to wait afterall but he wanted her to. He had to think of something fast. Right when she said toodles, that's when he sprung into action. He could hear the sirens approaching. He just needed to distract her a few more times.

"You know, they say you're one of the best around," Maybe taunting will do it,"But I just think you're a pathetic little girl trying to be something she's not. Why don't you just go home to cry to your mommy."

He slipped in front of her, cutting off her path. The bar was firmly in his hand, as a last resort. He wasn't afraid to swing and his facial expression shown that. He didn't think this criminal had enough not stolen money to sue if he did severely hurt her.

Silas wasn't afraid of her little dog. He had been shot at, stabbed, beaten... a little dog bite would be nothing. He leaned against the door, having her trapped in where she commited the crime and the way to safety. He knew the gas station didn't have an exit door. Well they did, it was the same as in the indoor. She was trapped until he moved, or she forced him to move.

He thought he hit a nerve by saying something about her mother but he couldn't be too sure. He did know this was an ordinary woman trying to be a criminal. He just had that feeling. The rain was soaking through his hair and backside, weighing him down some. He didn't mind though, he had her trapped.

"Oh yes, and I bet your mother's so proud of you now. Robbing a poor gas station that's experiencing inflation. Oh yes, and don't forget making the poor man basically piss his pants," He continued with the taunting, wanting to find out if he truly hit a nerve. He wasn't normally the bad cop, he just needed to ensure that she stay. They could talk out her feelings while she was in the holding cell,"In fact, I bet that's why your mother abandoned you. Because you are just so pathetic."

He could see the reflection of blue, red, and white lights on the gas station's door he was holding open. Time was up. His police friends got out of their cars.

"We have the place surrounded" came the voice over the intercom,"There's no place to run."

He arched an eyebrow and looked at her,"Now it's your turn to make a decision. Make your mother proud or disappoint her." In other words, go to the station or try to escape and end up in the station. He stepped back and away from the door,"Just note both decisions lead to the same place, with me finding you a lawyer that will fight for you or against you. The choice is yours."

And he would gaurantee she had a good lawyer, if she backed out now. He could see partially through the act. Most criminals didn't want to become criminals. They just wanted help.

And so the cards were in the hands of the criminal. Something told him she wasn't going to surrender but he could also see the gears in her mind turning. He found it odd that she had never been caught. He just wanted to help her and make the decision lighter so he threw in the possibility of a lawyer that would fight for her. He had seen so many criminals give up around this point so when she stepped out, that's what he thought he was doing.

But he was dead wrong.

She began running, trying to flee. The storm would make it harder for them to catch her. Immediately a team of officers took after her but he didn't. He just stood there, in the rain, wondering what type of criminal she truly was. She wasn't the traditional one that would have given up at the sign of the first police car. She was smart enough to know that she wouldn't get very far. But yet she still tried.

It took guts to run when the possibilities were against you. Sighing he went over to the police car and sat inside. He was waiting for her to be caught so he could ride with her down the station. It was his day off, sure, but crime didn't have a day off. He would have been called in anyway once they caught her. Interrogations and lawyers were his thing.