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"Our equipment is verified at the start and end of every shift and-"
"Like I fucking care! Now give me my damn ticket so I can get to my appointment!"
"Ma'am," Weston watched the other man take a calming breath before he continued, "I'm still waiting on your drivers license, registration, and insurance."
Weston heard Dally speak up from less than a foot behind him. "I'm surprised that he didn't say ma'am a second time at the end."
Weston shook his head. "The man's got manners, Dally. Let's not mock him for doing his job."
"This is why I hate traffic stops." Oxy was one of the more even-tempered men on the team, but apparently he did have his limits. "People act like they're the only ones who matter and that we're supposed to wave them on their way. If they don't want a ticket, don't break the law."
Duval nodded and folded his arms across his chest, looking at the scene before him. "I bet a twenty that the next thing she wants is a supervisor."
Weston smiled. "I'm not taking that bet."
Ahead, the woman pushed her car door open, knocking the State Trooper back, almost into traffic.
Weston moved, walking toward the car as Trooper Bonney stepped to the side to avoid the rushing traffic.
"Ma'am-"
"Don't you try and bully me!" She shoved her door again and her feet hit the dirt and grass beneath her feet. "This is taking too long! I want a supervisor!"
Weston saw the Trooper reach for the radio he had hooked near his shoulder. "No need to call it in, Trooper."
The State Trooper turned and nodded. "Sir."
If the other Rangers weren't so mad at the woman currently gearing up for another tirade, Weston knew that someone would have made a comment about the 'sir.'
"Need a hand, Trooper Bonney?"
Weston watched the other man slide a sideways glance at the woman.
"I'm a Major with the Rangers. Weston Cooper, I'm in charge of the-"
"I don't fucking care what you're in charge of, tell this idiot to give me my ticket so I can get home!"
A muscle ticked in Bonney's cheek and Weston felt for the man.
He was handling it well, but it had to be grating on his nerves.
Weston was nearly at the end of his rope as well.
"Ma'am. I'm Ranger Cooper. I qualify as the supervisor you... asked for."
Folding her arms, the woman nearly squished her breasts to her chest. "Then you better tell this fool," she lifted her chin at the Trooper, "how to do his damn job."
Weston nodded and turned to face Bonney. "Seems like I'm here to assess your work, Trooper."
"Sir." He nodded.
"What was the reason for the stop?"
The Trooper held himself well. Looked him right in the eye. His gaze didn't waver once. "I clocked her speed at forty miles over the limit. She likely didn't know as it took me a few minutes for her to realize that I was signaling for her to pull over and even when I walked up beside her car, she was livestreaming. The length of her broadcast was longer than I was following her to pull her over by nearly seven minutes."
Weston nodded. "Possible charges?"
After a moment of thought, Bonney answered him. "Criminal speeding. Also reckless driving for livestreaming at the same time. If I could prove that she was evading my pursuit I could write her up for a felony instead of a misdemeanor, but as it stands, criminal speeding as she was over twenty-five miles above the speed limit."
