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 Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2018 10:10 pm
The snow had been falling for several days now. Schools canceled early for winter break while some of the smaller businesses closed due to no employees able to make it in to work and now there were power outages being reported all over the city.
Electrical engineers were working away, doing what they could to restore power but by the time they got one grid up another went down. It was a game of Russian roulette and the poor men and women out there were freezing.
The onset of power outages brought about a plethora of other problems aside from no heat. This was the holiday season and with many businesses shut down it left them vulnerable to looting or worse. It is for that reason that patrol units were sent out with chains on their tires just to make sure nobody did something stupid.
Last Monday had been Erica’s first day at the new precinct and because of the holiday a few of the officers had been given the day off if they put in their request month’s prior. So when people started phoning in break ins or robberies she got paired with one of the now single officers instead of placed behind a desk familiarizing herself with the office duties. And that’s how she ended up here, sitting shotgun beside Officer Fischer with her hands held out in front of the heaters while he drove through the neighborhood.
“So,” she finally spoke up to break the silence. “How do you like working here? At the precinct?” she clarified.
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2018 3:19 pm
Jeremy wasn’t being quiet in an effort to be rude; instead, he was just trying to focus on staying awake. He was pulling a double, partly out of obligation and partly because he’d had some unexpected expenses pop up in the past month. He might have been more social if he’d had more coffee, or more sleep, or if he wasn’t still disappointed about losing his partner, he might have been more welcoming.
His eyes were on the road, but he glanced in Erica’s direction briefly when she spoke. “Oh, it’s, you know. Like every other precinct, I think. Little small. Little less corrupt, if I’m being honest, but maybe that’s just bias. Not that I’m trashing the other precincts, it’s just that you won’t hear about us in the papers for the wrong reasons. You’re lucky to have gotten set up with us.”
He didn’t want to leave an awkward silence, so he cleared his throat and, after a second, asked, “Have you worked anywhere before here, or is this your first precinct?”
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2018 5:43 pm
“Nah, I worked at a precinct out of state for about a year and a half before requesting a transfer. My Captain suggested I apply to work here; apparently he has family here in Destiny City and mentioned to him that your district was hiring.” Erica tugged her sleeve cuff down to use as a cloth for wiping the condensation off her passenger side window. “Needed a change of scenery.” She added before he could ask why. It was a half truth, one that most people seemed to be content with or readily accept. The other part was a bit of a darker story, one she’d rather not talk about.
“Given all the crazy things that are said about this city, everyone in the office seems nice.” What happened in Destiny City didn’t really stay in Destiny City as far as the news was concerned especially in regards to terrorists and monsters causing destruction.
In all honesty it was the stories of the troubled youth that brought her across states. For years she had been volunteering with the YMCA and Boys and Girls Club, socializing and mentoring at risk youth who come from broken homes and abusive guardians or caretakers. Coming from a similar background Erica had a passion for making sure nobody ever felt as vulnerable as she once did. It was that same desire that drove her to become a police officer, a career that nobody in her family's history chose before.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 2:57 pm
Jeremy tilted his head to the side. “You wanted to work here?” he asked after a second. There was disbelief on his face, and one brow was raised as he scrutinized her. “I mean, no offense, but you must be an ambitious officer if you think there’s much you can do around here. Destiny City’s been a hellhole for a while. Doesn’t matter how hard we work, there are still gang wars, still all sorts of murders, disappearances. Honestly, I don’t know why they haven’t shut Destiny City down, yet.”
And yet, he was still here. Tired, and grouchy, and always working. He complained, some, but he had never been one to turn down a job—or helping someone.
“Either way, I wouldn’t stick around here for too long, if you can help it. Destiny City’s not exactly the best place to try and settle down and have a life.”
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