Homocide

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After a few minutes of mental debate you write HOMICIDE on the line and close the file. Looking at the clock you see it reads 3:00 am. Yawning you stretch and head for the comfort of your bed.
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After a few minutes of mental debate you write HOMICIDE on the line and close the file. Looking at the clock you see it reads 3:00 am. Yawning you stretch and head for the comfort of your bed. Early the next Monday you wake up to the sounds of eighties rock music blaring from your alarm clock. Through sleep filled eyes you read the red numbers, 5:00 am. Groaning you swing yourself out of bed, moving like a zombie you grab the cheap suit from the closet and head into the bathroom. After fidgeting with the shower you find the right tempature and wipe the remnants of sleep away with a thirty minute shower. In minutes you are wearing your suit and on your way out the door. You climb behind the wheel of your rusty orange four door car and join other early risers. By Six your parked at the police precinct. "mornin" the desk seargeant says with a wave, smiling you reply "sure is". Reaching the elevator you punch in the seven digit code and ride it up to the third floor. Stepping out you are greeted by a groggy room, full of desks, some with Detectives finishing paperwork and playing solitaire on their computers. Moving through it all you knock on the door with black letters reading Leiutenant Holmes. "Enter!". Taking a deep breath you open the door and go in. Holmes is a scrawny man with blue eyes and salt and pepper hair, a tough but fair man, your new boss. "good morning sir" you say stiffening like you did in the academy. Holmes looks you over as if you were a bad taste in his mouth, he grunts and says "alright rookie, first your gonna go down to the armory and sign out a firearm and a back up piece, then your gonna report to Detective Joe Wilson, he's the mountain sized bastard near the janitor's closet" "alright sir". You linger for a moment expecting a verbal dismissing but he glares at you sending the message without moving his lips.
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The alarm clock goes off at six am. Rock Music blasts from it's speakers ruining your dream of swimming in a pool of money. Rubbing Sleep from your eyes you sit up, a quick smack shuts the guitar solo up and you grab clothes from your dresser. Taking them into the bathroom you fidget with the faucet heads for the shower and get the water to the perfect tempature. The shower doesn't last as long as you want it to but you get out feeling refreshed and ready for your first of of Detective work. Drying off you put on the cheap suit you saved up for and leave the apartment.
 
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  In an hour you make it to the police precinct. "morning" the desk sargeant says with a wave, "good morning" you reply walking past him. In order to get to Homicide you have to punch in a seven digit code and ride the elevator to the third floor. It takes only minutes for you to get there. Before you is a room cluttered with desks, instead of the movie image of disorganized chaos all you see are hard working cops typing away at their computers. In the far back you see a door that reads Leiutenant Holmes, your boss. Striding past your fellow officers you knock on the door and wait for Holmes to say "ENTER!". Behind an ugly green gray desk Holmes sits smoking a cigar. He is a scrawny man of forty nine, with blue eyes and salt and pepper hair. "yeah what is it?" Holmes asks glancing at you like someone just broke wind. "I'm the new Detective" you reply stand stiff as if you were back at the academy. "well I guess we'll see what your made of soon enough, go down to the armory and pick up a firearm, don't forget the ammunition rookie"...."when your done check in with Detective Joe Wilson, he's the mountain sized bastard with a desk by the janitor's closet".
 
*[[Head Down to the Armory]]
*[[Head Down to the Armory]]
[[Category: Life Behind the Badge]]
[[Category: Life Behind the Badge]]

Current revision as of 09:12, 29 November 2009

After a few minutes of mental debate you write HOMICIDE on the line and close the file. Looking at the clock you see it reads 3:00 am. Yawning you stretch and head for the comfort of your bed. Early the next Monday you wake up to the sounds of eighties rock music blaring from your alarm clock. Through sleep filled eyes you read the red numbers, 5:00 am. Groaning you swing yourself out of bed, moving like a zombie you grab the cheap suit from the closet and head into the bathroom. After fidgeting with the shower you find the right tempature and wipe the remnants of sleep away with a thirty minute shower. In minutes you are wearing your suit and on your way out the door. You climb behind the wheel of your rusty orange four door car and join other early risers. By Six your parked at the police precinct. "mornin" the desk seargeant says with a wave, smiling you reply "sure is". Reaching the elevator you punch in the seven digit code and ride it up to the third floor. Stepping out you are greeted by a groggy room, full of desks, some with Detectives finishing paperwork and playing solitaire on their computers. Moving through it all you knock on the door with black letters reading Leiutenant Holmes. "Enter!". Taking a deep breath you open the door and go in. Holmes is a scrawny man with blue eyes and salt and pepper hair, a tough but fair man, your new boss. "good morning sir" you say stiffening like you did in the academy. Holmes looks you over as if you were a bad taste in his mouth, he grunts and says "alright rookie, first your gonna go down to the armory and sign out a firearm and a back up piece, then your gonna report to Detective Joe Wilson, he's the mountain sized bastard near the janitor's closet" "alright sir". You linger for a moment expecting a verbal dismissing but he glares at you sending the message without moving his lips.



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