Trike Patrol - Irish ✓

Forty-five minutes. The men will be gone in fifteen. That is the math of rural policing. The trike got them here in time to see the crime, but not in time to stop it. Byrne is used to this. The trike is a witness, not a weapon.

But then, the dog barks.

They dismount. This is the vulnerable moment. The trike is their mothership, their comms hub, their ballistic shield. But on foot, they are just two Guards in high-vis jackets with a telescopic baton and a can of incapacitant spray. The firearms unit is thirty minutes away. They are not here to make an arrest. They are here to observe, to record, to deter. Trike Patrol - Irish