“We need an emergency response unit to investigate a civil disturbance in the Manchester South district,” the radio crackled.

Ryan looked at Timothy whom nodded in return as he turned the wheel. Ryan picked up the microphone, “Police car thirteen calling in, we have this one, fire us the information to the sat nav.”

Within two minutes they were heading on course to a small inner city row of terrace housing. Timothy drove with particular skill through the streets, overtaking, undertaking and generally playing the game with a natural talent. He glided easily through gaps in traffic, navigated shortcuts past red lights and seized every opportunity presented to him.
By the age of 31 he had already achieved so much as an officer on the force. A degree in criminology went a long way now days. His blonde hair sat perfectly on his head, his uniform was immaculately well kept. He wore a blue shirt, unwrinkled, his black trousers, unstained, and a pair of black shoes, un-scuffed. He was destined to become a sergeant next year.

In many ways he contrasted with Ryan. Ryan was 42 years old, appeared of 52 and had the mental intelligence of a 15 year old. 25 years on the force with no promotion to show for it. His haphazardly shaven beard merged into the low shaved hair of his head in a dirty brown mess just below his ears. Despite a growing a slightly protruding beer belly, he remained very physically powerful, often spending lunchtimes at the police gym.
Their car arrived at the destination in less than five minutes, which considering it was rush hour traffic was an excellent time. Ryan saw the problem immediately; two men were stumbling around the garden of a house, as they left the car and approached them they saw a third lying on the small grass lawn just beyond the picket fence. Timothy sighed, “Drunks.”

Ryan moved up to the gate and forcefully threw it open. Walking up to the closest one he grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him round to face him. He suddenly reeled back in horror, “Bloody hell, you’re a ******* mess!” Timothy turned to see the man’s front covered in a putrid yellow vomit, presumably his own judging by the stains surrounding his mouth.

“Y’know, its people like you who make my job difficult,” the man was obviously unaware of Ryan’s presence. Ryan punched him in the stomach and threw him to the ground, Timothy moved over and began taking details of the condition of a man lying down unaware of Ryan’s treatment of the drunk. Timothy turned around as he heard the drunk hit the ground. “Stupid ****** fell over, y’know how these alco’s are Tim,” said Ryan cautiously.
An old woman watched from the window above down on them. Ryan looked up and put a finger to his lip. The woman paused for a second then slowly nodded in approval before closing the blinds. The three drunkards were taken into the car and brought back to the station. Timothy immediately left Ryan and went to type up his paperwork of the incident. Ryan went down to the gym.

At 5:30 he headed home, it was a fifteen minute walk uphill. He dawdled, avoiding the hill and going through the side streets and around, he got there in 25 minutes. A Pakistani man approached him trying to sell him a paper; he pushed him aside, “Get the **** out of my face, you bloody migrant.” Five minutes from his house there was a small corner shop run by an elderly Scottish man. Ryan went in, bought a can of lager and a copy of The Sun. It came to £1.75; he started counting out change, gave up and threw a fiver at the man. Snatching his change, he left the shop and stumbled home. He arrived home at 6:00.

He planted himself on a couch, put his feet up and began reading the paper. “Diana! Where’s my bloody tea?!” he bellowed at her. A delicate reply came from the kitchen, “I have it here, give me a minute.”
“Hurry the hell up!” he retorted.

After a few minutes Diana fluttered in, her fragile figure barely supporting the weight of the tray of food. A British fry was set before Ryan; a fried egg, tomato, sausages and bacon. He set it on his knee and began eagerly picking up a sausage in his hand.

He finished his dinner and then threw off his police jacket, grabbing twenty quid from the drawer he stuffed it in his wallet and left the house for the pub.

He arrived at the **** and Crow by 7:05 and spent the better part of four hours there.

BREAKING HEADLINES!
Mass rioting has broken out in New York; President Obama has ordered the area to be contained under quarantine.
Eighteen blocks in New York have been completely sealed off; soldiers and hazmat teams have been sighted patrolling the area. Helicopters are hovering above the streets and there have been over 92 reports of military engagements with rioters. Democratic Senator Chuck Schumer stated that the situation was a dire one indeed and openly appealed to all rioters to return to their homes to enable the police to restore order. Tea Party, Billy McBullion commented from a rally on Capitol Hill, “That ****** is trying to seize our country and destroy our constitution! The militia of New York have risen! We will defend our constitution, our liberty and our… our lives!”
Israel’s airstrikes against Syria’s border defences have led to international condemnation from the UN, EU and OPEC.

ECONOMICS:
USA DOWJONES closes down 12% following the crisis in New York.
UK FTSE closes down 12.4% due to same reasons.
UK growth downcast to 0.2% for this quarter, David Cameron and Nick Clegg are refusing to comment, however Chancellor George Osborne has warned that the trade deficit to China must be rapidly cut to ensure economic stability.
Interest rates were completely cut by the Bank of England to an all time low of 0% for the duration of the crisis. Rumours of a national pay cut of 7% to all public sector workers are abundant.