"This is what my life has come to. Numbers. First they criticize my stats, telling me to step it up, pay my rent. Now they're sending me these." The Captain lifted the thick spreadsheet off his blotter and let it drop with unmasked contempt. "Target numbers. Micromanaging me. Telling me how many Class C violations to write up this week for blocking sidewalks and littering. Class B summonses too. Let's see...." He ran his finger along a row. "They want eight seat belt violations and six cell phone tickets. Not five, not seven. Six. I don't make my numbers, they do a number on me. So what's my choice, fluff my books? Do I tell the uniforms not to take certain robbery or assault reports so the stats don't work against me? If it doesn't get written down, it never happened. What do you know, a crime drop in the twentieth."
That explains quite a lot about why officers are out and about giving out
And here's a nice bit of alliteration from the same book:
"How does a mundane metropolitan miscreant master menacing military manouvers? Mystifying."