Bust?

We meet back up with Peace Officer Sonny Bonds on his second patrol shift of the day:

He’s only been out a few minutes when:

After a short chase, seriously I remember as a kid gaving to chase this guy around half the city, he didn’t make it a full block…

When we radio the car in:

Bond’s gut is telling him something ain’t right about all this. He calls for backup:

*tinny 8-bit scary music begins playing*

Sonny gets out of his car, loads his gun, aims it and yells out to the driver:

Get out of car with hands up

lie down

Bust!

How many times has Bond been here? Standing over a man lying on his stomach, waiting? Wait there’s something missing!

cuff man

Yeah, that’s just how Officer Bond likes it! Sonny searches the man only to find:

Well, that was anti-climatic

“Damn! That could have killed me!” (if you tell the man to just get out of his car he kills you, if you tell him to do it with hands up but your gun iisn’t drawn he kills you, if youre gun is drawn and you tell him to come out with his hands up but you didn’t load your gun? He kills you.)

“Uh-huh, you and my grandma both!”

Before Sonny leads the man to the back of his car and puts him in he reads him his rights:

Sonny reads them anyway and places the man in his backseat, before handing the gun over to his twin he looks it over:

That serial number is important for some reason, because I got points for looking at it! With the suspect secured he checks out his vehicle. First, the trunk:

Done, with the trunk Sonny moves to the interior, but notices something about the door:

“Didn’t Dooley say something about a black cadillac?”

The inside of the car is clean except for the glove compartment:

Book ’em Dan’o!

Inside the notebook we find:

Some sort of evil doers “todo” list

the licenses:

Sonny leaves everything where he found it so that it can be impounded with the car and returns to his car. Destination? Jail!

In no time Sonny reaches the jail:

(so polite, so professional!)

“got to make that quota!”

For a cop Sonny’s insults are remarkably tame, I had a fouler mouth in 3rd grade…

Anyway, Sonny puts his gun in the locker and escorts Hoffman into jail:

drugs

Moving on Up! Moving on Up!

Sonny hands over the booking slip, takes his cuffs, and leads Mr. Hoffman to his suite. On the way out:

So we head back to the LPD, after pickin our gun up from the locker. In Dooley’s office:

(sissy)

What does the memo say?

As you already know by now. Sonny can’t just change clothes he has to take a shower, so he does, changes, grabs his gear and heads to his new bosses’ office

*Gratuitous Shower Shot*

Over one office:

Listen up Newbie!

“As am I. Laura, have I ever yold you what a magnificent beard you would make?”

“What’d you say?”

“Um! Nothing please show me around!”

“Do you think I’m retarded Laura? I know what a clipboard is, a key board is pretty self explanatory and I’ve known how to use a filing cabinet since at least high school, at least!”

Anyway, Sonny now has to figure out a way to make sure Mr. Hoffman doesn’t get out on bail. He starts by checking out the news clippings on the clipboard:

“Don’t care.”

“Don’t care.”

“Don’t care.”

“Don’t care”

“This guy looks familiar!”

Sonny takes the FBI bulletin, grabs a car key, and heads over to the filing cabinet (thanks Laura for letting us know what it was!)

“Huh, both of these guys have the exact same height, weight, and tattoo. What a coincidence!”

Sonny grabs the file and heads out to the parking lot:

That sweet ride in the upper right corner? That’s the unmarked car Sonny will be using the rest of the game. He performs the safety walk around and heads to the courthouse (it’s across the street from the jail)

Tittie Twister

“I need to speak to Judge Palmer”

“What if I told you it was an emergency? Cause it is!” *flash badge and wave gun wildly around*

“That’s what I thought…”

“For Marvin Hoffman your Honor.”

“If it please your Honor please take a look at Hoffman’s arrest record and this FBI most wanted bulletin.”

“A little dense are we Judge? Um, I mean the tattoos on “both” men your Honor!”

It appears everyone in this courthouse has the sense of humor of a ten year old…

With the warrant in hand Sonny rushes across the street!

Is this a Bust or a Sting? I need to know for my diary… A Stake out? Okay!

Sonny hands the jailer the Judge’s warrant:

And that is why kids you don’t get tattoos!

Ensured that Mr. Hoffman will be enjoying the amenities at Lytton Jail Sonny returns to the Police Department:

Sonny and Laura drive to the west side of Lytton and the park on the way they discuss fashion, interior design and other cliches that define both women and homosexual men

As Sonny gets out:

“This must be the place, but I can’t just stand out here in the open. I better find myself a hiding spot!”

Using his inner three year old Sonny finds the perfect spot to wait for the drug deal:

You’re so clever Sonny!

Now he, and we, must wait for the deal to go down! Until next time!

Showers for Everybody!

Distracted by dreams of getting out his uniform blues, Sonny failed to notice all the yelling as he went down the hall into PQ headquarters:

“Gremlin? Internal Affairs? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Well, that was uninformative.” Sonny walks around to see if he could figure out what the deal was:

“Chicken? Comical? What the hell is going on here?” Sonny goes into the Sergeant’s office:

“That’s not the only thing that is getting excited standing here alone in the Sergeant’s office. His salt and pepper hair, the tiny pouch that’s starting to develop from too many donuts and too much desk work…”

With nothing to say and becoming overwhelmed by the Sergeant’s presence Sonny excuses himself:

“I can’t wait to see him, Fat Sonny!”

Not having a life of his own, Sonny decides to go to the Blue Room. But first, shower time! (Please go revisit the sexy pic of Sonny Bonds showering shown earlier in the thread, bask in the glory.)

(Yeah, that’s racist)

“But, I’m off!”

Okay, here it is! The screenshot you’ve been waiting for:

Once done with the shower Sonny changes into his civvies and grabs the keys to his ‘vette

Welp, that’s a boring outfit. No wonder he has trouble picking men up down at Lytton’s gaybar, the RAMROD

(some more racism compliments of Sierra On-line)

To the Blue Room

“They serve BUD here? I love BUD!”

I bet Sonny has a wide stance…

Sonny takes a seat and chats Jack up

I think Jack is DEPRESSED. His daughter might be doing DRUGS. No, not DRUGS!

before Jack can tell us more some more cops show up:

“A woman?! Ah ma.. I mean, uh, This is so hot! I definitly am becoming aroused by this display of female sexuality!”

The look on Jack’s face here is hilarious to me for some reason.

(I don’t know why he had to stand, it’s not a lap dance if you’re standing…)

Back to Work

“That his wife is definitly leaving him now?”

ugh, no wonder no one likes cops. James Walls was the writer and designer of this game! He could have made cops as cool as he could imagine them and this, THIS, is what he came up with…

“WTF, Kieth? that’s seriously not cool. I just worked the day shift! Man, you suck.”

So, Sonny drives back to Police HQ, showers, and changes back into his blues:

That last comment is probably classist, sexist, statist or something. I’m going to go on record that this entire game is moderatly misogynestic.

“What happens in the locker at Police HQ stays in the lockers at Police HQ”

Sonny finishes his shower grabs his gear, his radio, and his patrol key cars and then heads into briefing:

(Imagine yourself writing all this down when you are playing the game and then imagine you transcribing your notes into the game using the take note feeature. Why do that? To ensure you got all the points in the game!)

Back out on Patrol

With the Briefing over Sonny checks his pigeonhole:

“Not illegal high-stakes gambling!”

Sonny doesn’t waste his time making notes or recognizing things. Oh no, he vows!

Yup, you got to do that everytime!

And with that Sonny hits the mean streets of Lytton just after getting off of them for 20 minutes. Crime never sleeps, I suppose…

Coming to the Aid of all Waitresses, Everywhere

Peace Officer Sonny Bonds had just disappointed a Heterosexual Female when he gets another call:

The plague of every dashing attractive homosexual cop, women can’t get enough of them. What a heartbreaker!

Sonny heads back to Carol’s

Where he finds the problem:

Sonny heads inside to talk to Carol:

(a little more of the resentment Jim Walls channelled into his video game)

On the way over to Wino Willy’s:

“Did I do that?”

As soon as Sonny walks into the bar:

Sonny approaches the bar and the presumed leader of this motorcycle gang:

move bikes

ask nicely

I’ll show you mine if you show me yours!

Okay, next time we’ll just be a dick to these assholes:

use nightstick

We all know who has the bigger “stick” here, don’t we boys? You may now retreat in shame… so much shame…

Once all the ruffians are gone:

ask drugs

Being the nice guy he is, Sonny drops some info on Sweets:

Outside, Sonny notes that the gang has left:

GADD (Gays Against Drunk Driving)

And it’s back to patrolling for Officer Bonds… When he spots in the suburbs:

Sonny hits the sirens and eventually (I died so many times running after this guy, driving with the arrow keys isn’t always easy) pulls the car over:

Sonny gets out of his car and approaches the perp:

Sonny asks him to get out of the car:

look man

give field test

cuff man

“Hell no! Do I look like I just got off the turnip truck”

If we had cuffed him with his hands in front that last screen is where the drunk would slam his fists into the back of Sonny’s head, ending the game.

Once we’ve got the drunk into our patrol car we head for Lytton City Jail (which is on D2, I think. Check the map readers!)

Behind Bars

Sonny goes to the door, opens a locker, and deposits his pistol inside before buzzing into the jail:

“Nice digs.”

book man

drunk driving

As we’re leaving the Jail:

I dream of NARC

Laura has good news for Sonny:

The Jailor though shakes Sonny from his dreams of wearing pleated khakis and polo shirts to work:

(Dooley is the squad or shift sergeant. He’s the guy who gave us our orders at the morning meeting)

He also might be hot for Sonny… Double secret forbidden love! Sonny grabs his gun on his way to the Police Station:

(Ohhhh! It was D3! So close… the Police station is just north of this on C3)

before he can exit his car Sonny has to put back his nightstick back somewhere in the patrol vehicle and then he heads in:

write memo

put memo in basket

With dreams of “dressing casual” dancing in his mind Sonny goes to see what Dooley wants… a promotion? A clandestine rendezvous? performance review?

Find out next time!