The two cops turned and walked into the security station.

I held the gun at my side like I'd seen cops do on television and walked toward the office.

Think of it as a cop walking into a bad neighborhood late at night alone.

The cop walks away from me and heads back to his car.

The cop in the passenger seat got out and walked to the office.

A cop doesn't walk down the street like anybody else, he reflected.

The cops walked around the body and wrote in their notebooks.

The cops walked through with their flashlights but saw no one.

The cops walked me inside and sat me down in a small room.

The cop walked out of the room with the shotgun now riding under his arm.