PC Norman Shields uniformed in plain clothes. Ensuring not to be overt, he didn’t want his identity known. A cry for help and a motorbike screeches pass. On foot, he needed to find transport fast. He sees a white van, towards it he steers. He sees the man and decided to commandeer. The white van man stares blankly, almost stunned. “I need your vehicle to help chase a grab and run.” The man didn’t move as PC shields had requested. He was a bit obtuse and his reaction was not invested. PC Shields takes the man out with an encouraging hand. He takes off after the suspects as quick as he can.