Gotcha!

Gotcha!By Jacqueline Anne Malone

It was like any normal day for Susanna. She was making her rounds as usual. Circle the interstate, go up that old boring road then the interstate again. She wore the same indigo blue uniform. With the same pony tale just poking out of her same old hat. Everyday was the same. There was almost never anything exciting. So she pulled someone over for a bad tale light, or going just a few miles of the speed limit. Nothing much, just the same. Susanna sighed, wondering if there was ever going to anything exciting. That’s why she became a police officer in the first place. She thought it was exciting. She must have thought wrong. But just as that thought hit her mind, her radio beeped.
She snatched the speaker from it’s holder and said "Copy again,"
The officer in the other line spoke again this time more clear, "Stolen Honda, color blue, Civic, license plate ‘ADG-235', year 2010. Man about the age between 30 to 40, white, has brown hair."
Susanna’s heart raced, this is the action she was wanting! She was so excited that she almost forgot to respond back, "Roger that, any position?"
The man was silent for a while, then he said, "The last time we saw him he was on the interstate heading west."
Susanna could have screamed for joy. She was in that same interstate heading west. "Roger that, my position is on interstate 88 heading west just passed exit 24, am I close to him?"
"Roger that you are! We just had a sighting, and he just passed 24. Find him, I’m calling for backup."
"Okay, I see him, he is going 75 in a 70 mile zone, I will follow him."
"Back up is on the way." Susanna was so excited, she had not had this much excitement in months. She kept talking to the other officer, giving him the location . Till finally back up had arrived. By the time the man noticed that he was surround, it was to late. When he pulled over, Susanna got out of her car, causally walked over and smiled, then she just couldn’t resist the urge so she said in an annoying voice, "Gotcha!"