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In the late 1970's, the Washington State Patrol purchased three Trans Am interceptors to the Alaska State Police. Now it's time to make them roar.

A little teaser for the upcoming Menifee texture pack I'm working on.

At just few miles from the Windy City, the Hoffman Estates Police inspects a suspicious sedan that has been spotted several times the days before roaming around the community.

Brooklyn, March 1987.

December 28th 1974 11:26 PM, two Chicago Police Officers responded to a call of a burglary in progress. When on scene the officers came across the body of an elderly female, with multiple stab wounds, the officers attempts to revive her were ultimately unsuccessful, she is believed to be the owner of the residence. The only witness claims to have seen a black BMW 2000 fleeing the scene. The crime scene has been secured and CSI and Detectives are en route. - Thanks to Strike for the Screenshot.

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This morning, a driver lost the control of his car, presumably due to the wet road, running over a group of people who were waiting for the bus and, right after, crashing against a fence. While two of them suffered of minor injuries (one of them has already been discharged) a third one got trapped between the car and the fence. She had to be rescued by the NYPD ESU and at the moment is fighting for her life in the intensive care unit of the hospital.


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"Territorial Dispute"

After a day working, the young ambulances meet in a lot to fight for the alpha position of the flock of ambulances and the control of the territory...

A team of LCPD officers are dispatched to execute a search warrant on an address in Northwood of a wanted trafficker

Looks pretty good to me. :D

The Baltimore Police Department doesn't give up the fight to put an end to the crack epidemic. In the picture, a raid in a warehouse turns into a wild shootout between the police officers and drug dealers.

The Baltimore Police Department doesn't give up the fight to put an end to the crack epidemic. In the picture, a raid in a warehouse turns into a wild shootout between the police officers and drug dealers.

"...there are biggest problems than me in this country, officer..."

The radio apparatus of the Wisconsin state trooper Adamski interrupted his break. A '75 Dart related to an assault and murder in Michigan the last week had just been spotted in a parking close to his position.

Adamski left the diner and headed to his patrol car, parked in the back of the local. Turned on the lightbar and began his ride to the scene. He rolled down the window; the weather was hot, odd for an October morning. The radio was blasting Bob Dylan's Masters of War, performed live with Tom Petty a few years back. In few minutes, he could sight the 4 level concrete building, turned off the lights and proceeded to inspect the site.

The Ford police cruiser slowly crossed the parking. There weren't too many cars; a dusty Delta 88 whose wheels had begun to deflate, a Datsun that had lived better times and a rusting Volvo Wagon. And last, in the further corner, a car whose shape Adamski could have recognized at a hundred miles: a 2 door Dodge Dart, like the one his father owned and that years back he learnt to drive in. Brown color... Michigan license plate... It coincided with the description given. However, for some reason, Adamski didn't call back the headquarters but decided to examine the car before.

He grabbed a flashlight from the dashboard and carefully approached to the side window of the old Dodge. Meticulously, examined the interior of the car; empty beer cans rested on the passenger seat, right next to various local night inn brochures and a road map. In the backrest, a light colored short sleeve striped shirt was hanging. In the floor, a sport bag whose closure, broken, let see what seemed a blood stained rag and a roll of black duct tape.

The rear sits were covered with a white blanket, stained with motor oil, that prevented to see the content under it. However, one of the extremes showed a dark shape. Adamski aimed the flashlight beam towards the object, trying to find out what it was; it looked like a woman's shoe, a shoe whose original color wasn't the red it was covered with.

He suddenly heard a noise, quickly turned around trying to draw his revolver but it was already too late; David Adamski could feel how the blood streamed from the two gunshots wounds before falling down dead.

The radio apparatus of the Wisconsin state trooper Adamski interrupted his break. A '75 Dart related to an assault and murder in Michigan the last week had just been spotted in a parking close to his position.

Adamski left the diner and headed to his patrol car, parked in the back of the local. Turned on the lightbar and began his ride to the scene. He rolled down the window; the weather was hot, odd for an October morning. The radio was blasting Bob Dylan's Masters of War, performed live with Tom Petty a few years back. In few minutes, he could sight the 4 level concrete building, turned off the lights and proceeded to inspect the site.

The Ford police cruiser slowly crossed the parking. There weren't too many cars; a dusty Delta 88 whose wheels had begun to deflate, a Datsun that had lived better times and a rusting Volvo Wagon. And last, in the further corner, a car whose shape Adamski could have recognized at a hundred miles: a 2 door Dodge Dart, like the one his father owned and that years back he learnt to drive in. Brown color... Michigan license plate... It coincided with the description given. However, for some reason, Adamski didn't call back the headquarters but decided to examine the car before.

He grabbed a flashlight from the dashboard and carefully approached to the side window of the old Dodge. Meticulously, examined the interior of the car; empty beer cans rested on the passenger seat, right next to various local night inn brochures and a road map. In the backrest, a light colored short sleeve striped shirt was hanging. In the floor, a sport bag whose closure, broken, let see what seemed a blood stained rag and a roll of black duct tape.

The rear sits were covered with a white blanket, stained with motor oil, that prevented to see the content under it. However, one of the extremes showed a dark shape. Adamski aimed the flashlight beam towards the object, trying to find out what it was; it looked like a woman's shoe, a shoe whose original color wasn't the red it was covered with.

He suddenly heard a noise, quickly turned around trying to draw his revolver but it was already too late; David Adamski could feel how the blood streamed from the two gunshots wounds before falling down dead.

The radio apparatus of the Wisconsin state trooper Adamski interrupted his break. A '75 Dart related to an assault and murder in Michigan the last week had just been spotted in a parking close to his position.

Adamski left the diner and headed to his patrol car, parked in the back of the local. Turned on the lightbar and began his ride to the scene. He rolled down the window; the weather was hot, odd for an October morning. The radio was blasting Bob Dylan's Masters of War, performed live with Tom Petty a few years back. In few minutes, he could sight the 4 level concrete building, turned off the lights and proceeded to inspect the site.

The Ford police cruiser slowly crossed the parking. There weren't too many cars; a dusty Delta 88 whose wheels had begun to deflate, a Datsun that had lived better times and a rusting Volvo Wagon. And last, in the further corner, a car whose shape Adamski could have recognized at a hundred miles: a 2 door Dodge Dart, like the one his father owned and that years back he learnt to drive in. Brown color... Michigan license plate... It coincided with the description given. However, for some reason, Adamski didn't call back the headquarters but decided to examine the car before.

He grabbed a flashlight from the dashboard and carefully approached to the side window of the old Dodge. Meticulously, examined the interior of the car; empty beer cans rested on the passenger seat, right next to various local night inn brochures and a road map. In the backrest, a light colored short sleeve striped shirt was hanging. In the floor, a sport bag whose closure, broken, let see what seemed a blood stained rag and a roll of black duct tape.

The rear sits were covered with a white blanket, stained with motor oil, that prevented to see the content under it. However, one of the extremes showed a dark shape. Adamski aimed the flashlight beam towards the object, trying to find out what it was; it looked like a woman's shoe, a shoe whose original color wasn't the red it was covered with.

He suddenly heard a noise, quickly turned around trying to draw his revolver but it was already too late; David Adamski could feel how the blood streamed from the two gunshots wounds before falling down dead.

Not, everybody survived this time, I'm just being sensationalist.

A South Carolina Highway Patrol cruiser got hit by a truck, after the driver of this last one lost the control of the vehicle, as consequence of sudden a drop in the blood sugar. A state trooper resulted seriously injured by the impact but, thanks to the quick response of the local emergency services, both victims could survive.

After months of tough recovery, the SCHP trooper could go back to the service.

Police with their VW Transporter T4 at the Airport. "-T794, over. You can have a break. -Hehehe so we can check top speed of this van :3"
I've fixed fu**ing RC20 and get it to work correctly!

RCMP patrol carries out a routine traffic stop, somewhere in Alberta in the late 1980's.

NYPD Auxiliary Police 1979 Dodge Aspen.

Above: Above, NYPD Ford Econoline with some 1980's styled liveries.

Below: Manhattan North Task Force & mildly vandalized Bronx Task Force GMC G-1500.





Thinking what can I do now...

Above: Above, NYPD Ford Econoline with some 1980's styled liveries.

Below: Manhattan North Task Force & mildly vandalized Bronx Task Force GMC G-1500.





Thinking what can I do now...

Short pursuit involving only 2 units ends with a standoff in an alley

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Nov.9.2002.2:03 A.M.

Officers of the Hoboken police department received an emergency call late at night only to arrive on the scene moments after it happened. Detectives are beginning to piece it all together. It seems just like your average late night break-in. Witnesses at the scene can only describe the fiend to be about 6'1", mildly shaven face, military style haircut and he seemed to have been accompanied by a relative of his who he was yelling 'Roman' at most of time during the break-in.