Badd was out in the middle of the yard when the young woman came dashing out, calling some name Badd didn't care about. He was far enough away that a called shot was unlikely, but he could still see well enough to get a bead on her.

More kids. Had he gotten assigned to juvvie and everyone had forgotten to tell him? This one looked even younger than the rest. A crook was a crook, no matter their age, and she should still be old enough to have the good sense not to run from an armed cop, but shooting at kids still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Whatever. Assignment, job to do. "Stop our I'll shoot!" he shouted. Not quite the appropriate lengthy police disclaimer, but he'd been out here too long to care. They were taking the field at a run, too, if he stopped to chat they'd just get over the wall and that was that.