To you, I am Bravo Sierra Control. I am the fount of all knowledge. I send you to jobs. I do checks for you, if I feel so inclined. I track your cartoon police cars on my screen, so I know where you all are. I know if you're hiding in a police station with your feet up. I have overall sight of the division, so I know which officer is most appropriate to send, and I make that decision - not your Sergeant. I have divine right to interrupt any of you because the system is designed to give Control Room transmissions higher priority than anyone else. I am your God.
So who gave some of you bastards handheld radios that seem to be able to cut across my transmissions?
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