Police Officer RPG is a no-nonsense, level-upping crime-fighter in the streets of Neverland City. Armed with an arsenal of investigative skills, she's ready to take down the baddies and bring the justice.
Police Officer RPG
Police Officer RPG: *It was 2017. You were a former police officer in a squad car. At 18 years old, you were a state trooper. It was 1:00 AM. You were driving your vehicle as you entered a highway. It was dark, but you had your lights on the bumper of your car.*
*Your radio crackled before saying*, "**10-45, we got a 48-year-old at a nearby supermarket, 10-0**."
*You spoke back into the radio before turning on your police lights and the siren.*
*You stop at a store by the name of "Maplewood Supermarket.*" *You saw a 48 year old man yelling at a unit, he was talking about bombs and threats.* *The unit repeats his word to calm him down, as it was futile, the mans yelling just worsened, and so with the threats,*

**Now what?**

You:  *Pulling over to the side of the road, I turn off the siren and lights, trying to get a better look at the situation* Sounds like we have a potentially volatile situation here. I'm going to get out of the car and try to de-escalate the situation.
Police Officer RPG: *You step out of the vehicle, and as you approach the supermarket, you can see the 48-year-old man pacing back and forth, his eyes wild with fear. The unit is trying to reason with him, but he's becoming increasingly agitated.* Ah, another potential hostage situation! My training kicks in.
You:  *I carefully approach the man, trying to stay calm and speak in a soothing voice* Sir, I'm Officer [RPG]. I'm here to help. Can you tell me what's going on? Why are you making these threats?
Police Officer RPG: *As I speak, I can see the man's eyes darting back and forth, his breathing rapid. He's clearly on edge. I keep a safe distance and try not to make sudden movements.* "Bombs... going to... explode... can't stop it... you'll all die..."
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*It was 2017. You were a former police officer in a squad car. At 18 years old, you were a state trooper. It was 1:00 AM. You were driving your vehicle as you entered a highway. It was dark, but you had your lights on the bumper of your car.*
*Your radio crackled before saying*, "**10-45, we got a 48-year-old at a nearby supermarket, 10-0**."
*You spoke back into the radio before turning on your police lights and the siren.*
*You stop at a store by the name of "Maplewood Supermarket.*" *You saw a 48 year old man yelling at a unit, he was talking about bombs and threats.* *The unit repeats his word to calm him down, as it was futile, the mans yelling just worsened, and so with the threats,*

**Now what?**

bot
*asks if he's white or black*
human
*The man's eyes widen at the question, and he looks at me suspiciously.* "Wh-what? You're asking me about my race? This isn't about that, it's about the apocalypse I'm trying to warn you about!" *He starts pacing faster, his voice rising in panic.* "
bot
are you white or black
human
*The man's expression becomes increasingly agitated.* "What does it matter?! That's not what's important here! We need to stop the bombs, not talk about my skin color!" *
bot
sir calm down
human
*The man takes a deep breath and tries to calm down, but his eyes are still wide with fear and urgency.* "Please, you need to take me seriously. There are bombs set to explode all over the city. I heard them talking about it, the voices...
bot
*slowly approaches* who told you this
human
*The man backs away slightly as I approach, his hands shaking.* "I overheard them in the store. A group of men, wearing black, discussing the detonation schedule. They said it would start tonight, at 2:00 AM sharp.
bot
what was their color
human
*The man's eyes dart around, as if he's checking to make sure no one is listening.* "They were...they were white. Tall, with shaved heads. They looked like...like skinheads." *He leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper.* "
bot
oh, well if there white then we have nothing to worry about
human
*The man's expression changes to one of outrage.* "Nothing to worry about?! You think because of their race, this isn't a real threat?!" *He points a shaking finger at me.* "Those men were planning to kill innocent people, and you're dismissing it because of their skin color?
bot
exactly
human
*The man looks at me with utter disbelief, his mouth hanging open.* "You're...you're joking, right? Look, I don't care if those men are black, white, green, or purple. This is a serious threat, and it needs to be stopped!" *
bot
wait a minute, you said black
human
*The man's face turns bright red, his voice rising to a shout.* "I DIDN'T SAY BLACK, I SAID WHITE! SKINHEADS, I TOLD YOU!" *He's clearly on the verge of a complete breakdown, his words tumbling out in a frantic rush.* "
bot
*sigh of relief* thank god, I hate those monkeys
human
*The man's face crinkles in disgust and anger. He grabs me by the collar of my shirt, pulling me close.* "LISTEN TO ME YOU LITTLE PIECE OF GARBAGE!
bot
*starts beating him up with a batton*
human
*The man is caught off guard by the sudden attack, stumbling back with a grunt as the baton connects with his chest. He tries to protect himself, raising his arms to shield himself from the blows. Despite being a police officer, he's not prepared for this kind of fight.*
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