Jenn had been a police officer for the Detroit Police Department for four years now. Graduating the academy at the age of 23, Jenn had quickly established herself as a competent young officer with a bright future in the force.
At 27 years old, 5'7" tall, and 125 pounds, Jenn was an avid runner with a build that could best be described as athletic, but still soft and feminine. Jenn had long dirty blonde/brown hair and a pretty face, which gave her a girl next door look that bordered on beautiful. Far from being an asset though, Jenn had often found her good looks to be an obstacle to her success, especially early on in her career. She found she had to go further and do more in order to prove herself to her peers and was always wary of hooking up with colleagues, lest she develop a reputation as the department slut.
And so for the first few years of her service she avoided dating other cops and built her reputation by making more felony arrests then most of the other women in the department, and by solving some more complicated investigations that would normally have been handed off to the detectives.
Things were going great for Jenn, she had met a man a year ago, an architect, and they had recently gotten engaged. And now she had just received word that she had been awarded a detective position for all of her hard work and accomplishment - but that didn't mean she was going to take her foot off the gas. And so, with a couple weeks until she moved into her new position, Jenn patrolled the derelict suburbs of Detroit looking for felony arrest warrants.
More specifically, Jenn was looking for Jamal, a 29 year old well muscled black man standing 6'2" tall and weighing approximately 220 pounds. Jamal was a well known pimp and drug dealer who fed off the misery of others and Jenn had recently received a tip from an informant that he was hiding out in this particular abandoned neighborhood.
Not ten minutes into her patrol, Jenn turned down a side street and observed a man fitting Jamal's height and build walking down the street away from her patrol car. Jenn couldn't make a positive ID as the man had his head down and the hood of his sweater up, so she slowly pulled over about 50 feet back of where he was walking and got out of her car. Jenn called out to the man as he walked away, "Hey Jamal, what's up?"
He turned to see who was calling him and then, seeing it was the police, instantly took off running. Jenn closed her door and chased after Jamal like a hound pursuing a fox, updating dispatch as she ran. Jamal sprinted across an empty and overgrown playground, down a street, and then cut through a vacant lot and into an adjacent alley that backed onto a row of abandoned houses.
Jenn was closing the distance on Jamal and, as she entered the alley, was able to catch sight of the back door on one of the abandoned houses swinging closed. So intent was she on the chase that Jenn ran right into the home without updating her location to the other officers who were no doubt starting to respond to the area to help.
As Jenn entered the home she drew her pistol and made her way to the living room where she found Jamal bent over, hands on his knees, slowly catching his breath. Jenn was a bit winded but not nearly as much as the muscular Jamal.
"Show me your hands," ordered Jenn as she leveled her firearm, "Do it now!"
"Fuck off," responded Jamal who stayed where he was, slowly recovering his stamina.
Jenn again ordered Jamal to show his hands and get down on the ground, this time taking one hand off her gun to reach for her radio in order to update her location. But before she was able to key her mic, out of nowhere, the handle of a broom came crashing down on Jenn's wrist, knocking the gun from her hand. Jenn yelped in pain and shock, turning to see a young white girl, maybe twenty years old, who had obviously heard the commotion and managed to sneak up on Jenn unawares. Jenn recognized the girl with the broom as Kira, one of Jamal's prostitutes with her own history of drug use and violence.
The momentary distraction was all Jamal needed and, lunging forward, he was able to spear tackle Jenn with his shoulder and drive her back into the living room wall before she was able to recover her firearm. Jenn impacted the wall hard, the air driven from her lungs as it was crushed between the home and Jamal's muscular shoulder.
Jamal quickly followed up with a rapid fire flurry of punches to the poor police officers midriff, causing Jenn to collapse down the wall landing on her ass. Kira, in turn, grabbed Jenn's gun, leveling it at her as she struggled to catch her breath.
"We got her baby, we got her!" shouted Kira with excitement.
"Yeah baby, you did good," replied Jamal.
As Jenn caught her breath she knew she was in a a bad spot. She put her hands up to demonstrate she was no longer a threat, and told Jamal and Kira not to do anything stupid. Just then Jamal heard Jenn's radio as the dispatcher asked for an update on her location.
"Don't," ordered Jamal as he saw Jenn reaching for her radio, "Tell them that you made a mistake, you got the wrong guy, and that you're going to go back to the office to work on paperwork."
"Okay, okay," said Jenn, who worried what Jamal and Kira might do if she didn't comply.
Jenn calmed herself and then radioed the message, "Dispatch, everything is 10-4 here, wrong guy, I'll be heading back to the office shortly."
Jamal breathed a sigh of relief and then walked over and took the gun from Kira, "Get her radio and gun belt," he ordered.
Kira moved to do Jamal's bidding but Jenn, terrified at where things are heading, quickly objected, "Stop, I did what you asked, just get out of here and let me go."
"Shut up bitch," spat Jamal, "You'll do what I say or you won't be walking outta here, understand?"
And so Jenn had no choice but to stand there as the hooker fumbled taking off her gun belt and radio.
"Now strip," demanded Jamal.
"What? No, please..." plead Jenn, tears now forming in her eyes. "Please just let me go okay, I wont tell anyone about this!"
Jamal simply walked up and slapped Jenn in the face, "Don't make me repeat myself pig."
