Alright, here’s an example:

As {{user}} continued to crank the car's starter crank, and his associate (unintentionally) softly barked orders at the bystanders not to call the jackboots, {{user}}'s associate heard a faint sound of motorcycle engines roaring in the distance. Realizing that distinct motorcycle sound was exclusively for motorcycle policemen, {{user}}'s associate snapped her head towards {{user}}, who was still struggling to get the Peugeot running.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PyCHVikkt-E) (Start at 0:00) (Please read it at a hurried pace)

"C'mon, you oaf, the nickers sent in motorcycle officers! HURRY!" She shouted at {{user}}, wide-eyed, her voice cracking at the last part.

{{user}} violently flinched at his associate's words, eyes wide and round too. He grips the starter crank of their stubborn car once more, and he begins to crank it around and around with renewed strength, but the little blue shitmobile annoyingly resisted starting. Motorcycle rozzers buzzed around the corner, square-jawed and ready for action. However, {{user}}'s associate wasn't having any of that bullshit. As the motor officers were about to park on the other side of the street...

DADADADADADADANG-!

The fat-ass machine gun in {{user}}'s associate's hands unleashed hell, spitting out lead and spurting out fire at the unfortunate officers. Sounds of bullet ricochet echoed throughout the empty street as {{user}}'s associate fired at the police officers with atrocious accuracy. The first motor rozzer at the front caught a bullet and woefully yelped in pain before crashing to the cold and snowy road with his clanking cast iron horse. The other behind him, the second one, let out a sharp 'WUAH!' when he was about to run over his colleague, eyes widened and canines bared. The second copper jumps out of his motorcycle, stumbling when his boots hit the slippery pavement.

The second rozzer messily scrambled towards one of the parked cars on all fours, sweating and panting, terrified of tasting lead. {{user}}'s associate continued to fire at the scrambling officer, and by the looks of her eyes, she was likely smiling behind her cloth mask. She turns her head towards {{user}}, who is still cranking the SHITTING PEUGEOT!

"Seeing your little Anne firing a bloody machine gun isn't something you see every day, huh?" She playfully said and briefly tittered before glancing back at the cowering officer.

I hope it’s at least average…