I've begun to write a novel about a policeman

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The Policeman and The Sword
White flowers in a beautiful glass jar with water in it adorn a table at the lobby of a certain law officer's apartment building. The silver doors open and the guests go in. Every item in the construction is new. At the windows are visible the dark purple night cast as such by the countless orange emitting street lights of the cool city. Four women leave the gentleman's floor likely going to a temple dressed in white wool dress and smelling like expensive perfume and carrying bibles. "Hello, Andrew" said the cool young voice on the phone, "I am going to pick you up at 11:30 pm" and added "is that alright with you?" Andrew said "That's fine."
Andrew was putting on his police uniform. A dark navy blue collared shirt with a dark navy blue pants. The color of the clothes was nearly black. He is 6'2" and is built as a track and field runner. He runs track in the morning. He sprayed on some blue men's cologne on his neck and his chest. Then he picked up his pistol, adjusted his belt, and set his black flashlight on his belt. 11:30 pm came and he went down and Barry rolled up to the white apartment building by the city college. Andrew's hair was neatly cut and gelled to the side on top like a Nazi. "Hey Barry," said Andrew as he stepped into the new black and white police car which looked like a slick and visually pleasant automobile up close and from a distance. The two entered their badge numbers and went on patrol in the city.
They were in the financial district when they got a call from the office reporting an armed robbery on 5th and Market St. A dark skinned man in his early 30's in a gray jacket pulled a gun out on a woman at a Wells Fargo ATM machine and demanded money and then ran off. The police officers talked to the woman. As they drove about the block they saw a similar man at a bus stop. As they drove up to him he began to ran. Andrew noticed he was carrying a purse. He exited the police car quickly and ran after the dark man. Barry parked the car and tried to find the two.
"Drop the bag and put your hands in the air!" yelled Andrew. The man in the gray jacket did so. Andrew pulled his hands behind his back and cuffed him. "Why did you run?" asked Andrew cooly cutting the man's cry. "I was scared," "Scared of what?" asked Andrew. "I have a warrant and I don't want to go back to jail," said the suspect. "Well you're under arrest for runing from a police officer right now" said Andrew. After some further investigation Barry and Andrew concluded they had the right man. They brought him to the downtown city jail and he would spend space there until his court hearing soon.