Name: Raymond Porello
Status: Excited; healthy
Inventory: Tazer; 10mm pistol (30); police radio; flashlight
Karma: 0
Location: Bright Annex; the Highler Ridge Primary Police Dispatch Office
Objective: None
Cash: $364
I walked into the office; I had just gotten off of the plane not so long ago from my brutal police training over in Arizona. It had been a long three months, but they sure know how to whip a man into great shape in such a short amount of time. I guess it makes sense, it was part of the program it took to become a cop here in Highler Ridge. After all, this city is a crime capital and the crimes vary from anything you can think of, be it a simple stick up or a Flash Mob, to even the not-so-seldom police pursuit. I was dressed in my new navy clothing, freshly washed at my apartment. It was cozy there, and to be honest, I wouldn't have minded staying put for a while there and just enjoyed being home, yet here I am. Being a cop had always been a dream of mine, and this dream was now a reality. The only thing really stopping me now was that I didn't have a Cruiser yet and I hadn't signed the papers saying I was officially in commission. But here in a few minutes, that would all change. My life, would change.
I walked into the office through the tall wooden doors. I walked up to the lady behind the desk and told her I was here to sign my active duty papers and retrieve a cruiser. It was easier than expected; she handed me a pen and a clipboard with a few sheets of paper on them and told me to sign where all of the Xs were. I did so and handed the clipboard back to her and she threw me a pair of keys.
"Your cruiser is waiting in the lot next to the building. Go back outside and take a left, go into the alley and it's on the right, the office is. Show the guard this," she said, as she handed me a small, receipt-like paper, "and he'll let you through. You're number 183. Welcome to the force, Officer." I smiled and thanked her and walked out of the building with my keys in my hand. I paced down the alley and spotted the guard and explained I needed my car. He let me through the gate, and I saw the Cruiser in the back row of the lot, parked against the backside of a building.
It was gorgeous, a brand new 2010 Dodge Charger in perfect condition. It was spotless and ready to go. I hit the Unlock button on the remote and the headlights sprang to life, blinking once and then twice. I opened up the driver's door and sat down in the seat. After sitting for a minute, letting the searing air out, I put the key in the ignition and started it. It turned over effortlessly, and I could hear the shear power under the hood. It sounded mean, but so great. I checked the mileage; it had less than 100 miles. What kind of lucky guy am I, joining here and getting a new cruiser?
I pulled out of the lot slowly, and the guard gave a small wave. I drove slowly over the sidewalk onto Manida Avenue, and signaled right. I went into the flow of traffic and set off down the street. This life was going to be so good.
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