The Rookie

Even though he hadn't actually done anything wrong, Robert turned to the Rookie, who's frozen expression clearly indicated he wished he'd been assigned to anyone else but Rawlings. "Look, Officer" he squinted at the namebadge "Michaels. This isn't personal, seeing as you've been a pretty nice guy, it's just business, you get me?" Michaels said nothing, continuing to look like he was shitting himself. "Attaboy..." smirked Robert, as he started the process.

First thing first, he turned his attention to the Rookie's watch, a standard chunky outdoor type analogue. With that secured, he plucked the Rookie's phone from his breast pocket and started to deal out the Rookie's humiliation; he undid the man's trousers and slid them down to his ankles before putting his cap on backwards.

"Word of advice" he said, gesturing at the still frozen Rawlings "Continue hanging around with this bitch, this'll keep happening, so I'd put in for a transfer.."