Quotes About Patrol

For better or for worse, police officers spend most of their time serving as medics, mediators, and monitors.

If it was the Border Patrol's job to apprehend lawbreakers, it was equally their duty to save the lost and the dying.

No one beats Steven Seagal, though. He's not here with any group. I saw him late one night dressed in a cop uniform, out on patrol with some deputies from the Jefferson Parish Sheriff's Department. He's been going out with their SWAT team. We talk a bit, and when he leaves he puts his palms together in front of his face and bows briefly. Then he hops in a cop car and speeds off.

Maybe there has been a rebellion in this sector. The winner may be systematically mopping up all Patrol bases. That would leave him free to rule the space lanes as he pleases. A very practical and necessary move if there has been a change of government.

The next morning we saw nothing of the enemy, though we were still lying to.

Paddy, acting as security, loitered

Twenty minutes later, my ski patrol woman did come back, rubbing her bare hands together. "How you doing?" she asked. At first the enthusiasm in her voice worried me, because she sounded as if we might now move on to calisthenics.

On Mardi Gras, she got his soul back and freed him. (Wulf) Oh man, that sucks. Now he's going to have to join Kyrian on the geriatric patrol. (Chris)

But it would be safer for you to patrol Starkville first and then head back this way. (Celena) And I was a pirate who laughed as he died and spat in the face of my killer. Safety's not my concern. (Rafael)

the destroyers that formed the outer picket line.

I've never been given a ticket by a police man.

Could you tell me, Maigret, why plainclothes policemen always go around in twos, just like plumbers?

To be honest, a lot of ride-alongs are not that great. There might be one or two calls on the radio - not a lot - depending on what time you go.

It is time to put more cops on the beat and remove our most violent repeat offenders from our neighborhood streets.

Val prayed the remaining two weeks would fly past. The dangers of being picked off on patrol, or being overrun and killed by Boers in British uniforms, was infinitely preferable to the grimness of social availability in Pretoria

What are you, a door mouse?!" Cloudtail mewed impatiently, prodding Lionblaze. Lionblaze looked up at the white warrior looking down at him, "Aww did you have to do that?! I was having a really great dream!" "And now you can go on a really great water patrol!" Cloudtail grumbled.

Loyalty is what matters, and that exists now, not in the past. Loyalty has to be proved every day, in every piece of fresh-kill brought back for the Clan, every claw mark on our enemies, every patrol, every training session.

The sound of a huge yawn came close to Jaypaw's ear, and Cloudtail's scent wafted over him. "Why don't you get moving?" he mumbled. "Then every cat can get a bit more sleep." "No chance." Dustpelt spoke sharply nearby. "You're coming with me and Sandstorm on the dawn patrol." "Mouse dung!" Cloudtail muttered.

Hmmm. If you're going to threaten to claw a cat's ears, you should try not to look so terrified at the prospect. Firepaw, would you like to try? Ah, yes, I like that you indicated the rest of your patrol. It's always good to let the enemy know they're outnumbered. Sandpaw, put that fire ant down. No, I don't care that Firepaw might not know what it is. Now is not the right time to show him—and he certainly doesn't need to get bitten by one.

one of the first rules of police work is that trouble will always come looking for you, so there's no point looking for it.

You can always tell an old cop car because however hard you scrub, it always smells of old cop.

The Biden regime has punched our Border Patrol agents in the face!

From this vantage, they both had a clear view of the front and back exits. Like all cops, he probably wanted to know who was coming and going while he ate.

Borders crumble; they won't hold together on their own; we have to shore them up constantly. They are fortified and patrolled by armed guards, these fences that divide a party of elegant diners on one side from the children on the other whose thin legs curve like wishbones, whose large eyes peer through the barbed wire at so much food—there is no wall high enough to make good in such a neighborhood. For this, of course, is what the fences divide.