Over the radio one of response units has stopped one of a group. They think he might be wanted. As they are checking him out, it seems a pretty good wager that the details he has given are false. With his mates nearby, response are quickly making as many enquiries as they can to sort out the wheat from the chav.
PNC, voters, etc etc etc. The negative checks allow for me to arrive, just in case. I drive slowly past and a glance through the window gets me the thumbs up to say they are OK at the moment. With a name change and a match on some tattoo ID they finally get the name they want and confirmation over the radio. This is their man. I have now opened the back of the van and taken a comfortable seat underneath the hatch. My mate is watching the proceedings in such a way that only a dog can really understand.
There is clearly something in this guy’s tone of voice, how he constantly moves his arms about when he talks to add to the mutterings from his harem about 50 yards away.
I can hear the low guttural growl that tells me that I am not alone in thinking that something might kick off. Two response, one dog handler and one dog against maybe 9 or 10.
The dog continues to growl, reassuringly, and is fix focused on the flapping one some 10 yards away.
He is arrested, cuffed and placed calmly into the back of the response car. No need for anything else so I close down the back and drive slowly off into the night. Job done.
This is a thing that everyone, who matters, knows goes on. This is a thing that cannot be measured and put into a nicely coloured pie chart, bar graph or spread sheet therefore it is not important to those who do not understand and really should know better.
It is important to those who do understand and that is what really matters.
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