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.