Climb the ranks of your chosen organization and you could earn fame, deadly weapons, exotic vehicles, and stylish new clothing; fail, and you'll be just another ugly corpse clogging up the alleys.
KEY FEATURES: - Ever-expanding character clothing, weapons and vehicle customization - A huge arsenal of weapons and modifications - Hone your strategy with various character mods - Dozens of vehicles from muscle cars to trucks and everything in-between - A living city providing an environment filled with missions against live enemies 24/7 Anarchy. In the world of APB, it's your choice: live on the edge of the law or enforce it.
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Arresting is the single largest difference between Enforcers and Criminals.It gives you a surprising amount of freedom to customize if you got the skill & a few bucks to spend.“I said I’d take a dog, but I’m not sure I want that one.” “He’s a real sweetheart,” Brittany, a staff member, assured me. There was no way I could take him back to the shelter. I couldn’t keep him as my HOA only allowed one dog. He never stopped to sniff the grass or circle other dogs. I know that you are happy here and want to stay, but that’s not possible. She worked her hands up and down his spine and at the rib connections. She wasn’t doing muscle or energy work and that the dog had to be willing to let the past go. I was going out of town, and a friend was looking forward to dog sitting. I had a million excuses why he couldn’t go, but then Noble who was 12 came over and hugged me. His new family is happy to have him, and they accept that I’m part of the deal. In the end, Orin was with me for more than six months. He was big with the smushed-in face of a bulldog, but the height of a boxer. I already had Shanti, but I felt confident I could find him a good home. When my friends and neighbors, all enthusiastic dog lovers, greeted him, he stayed behind me cautious and fearful. I’m going to find you a new home with people who will love you and take good care of you. You’ll never have to go to a shelter again.” There it was out in the open, everything that was making me anxious. He might not have understood the words, but he got the feeling. Fortunately, Orin did let go and the barking stopped. A boy and his grandmother were looking for an older dog. Part of me was hoping they wouldn’t show up or that things wouldn’t go well, but they did. He said “Thank you for giving me Orin.” It was a done deal. It was a heartwarming experience to see him blossom into the loving and vibrant dog he was meant to be. He had a barrel chest, and his front legs were shorter than the back ones making his back bow in the middle. On our walks his head never deviated from the side of my right knee. Once he chewed the pockets out of three of my down coat because they smelled like treats. I saw the fear in his eyes as he cowered in the corner. There was no telling what he had been through, but I knew it wasn’t good. They had lost their mastiff a year ago, and the boy was longing for a new friend.