Trignome
A Candle
“Lieutenant Xin?”
Without looking up from the papers on his desk, Jon nodded to indicate he was listening. No-one came in. With a small sigh, Jon finally put down his pen and walked over to unlock the door. He’d forgotten he’d closed and locked it in a fit of passive-aggressive frustration when he’d been ordered back to his office to do paperwork by the superintendent. Apparently, the old man didn’t like having higher-ranked officers out in the field.
Jon opened the door to his office with a smile. It was one of the secretaries: Winifer Greens, 24, illegal contraband and drugs division. But Jon couldn’t remember if she was married. “Greens…” He continued to smile, while internally cringing at the informality. “…any news?”
The secretary, bless her, didn’t even bat an eye. “I have another report for you, from lieutenant Garths.”
“Thank you.” Jon took the manilla folder and pulled out the single sheet of paper with an air of great gravity. Surely, it must be a very important matter if another lieutenant had it sent to him. He carefully read the paper once, twice. Then, with a somewhat strained smile, he looked back up at the secretary. She was standing expectantly just outside the open door. “Is this…all?”
“Ah yes…it must be so,” Jon mumbled to himself. He reached for the pen on his desk. The command he was about to give would require a signature.
16 NPC cops (illegal contraband/drugs division) and 1 officer Lockwood (friend of Conor's) headed your way! Misty Gray Maxilgal Foxy
Without looking up from the papers on his desk, Jon nodded to indicate he was listening. No-one came in. With a small sigh, Jon finally put down his pen and walked over to unlock the door. He’d forgotten he’d closed and locked it in a fit of passive-aggressive frustration when he’d been ordered back to his office to do paperwork by the superintendent. Apparently, the old man didn’t like having higher-ranked officers out in the field.
Jon opened the door to his office with a smile. It was one of the secretaries: Winifer Greens, 24, illegal contraband and drugs division. But Jon couldn’t remember if she was married. “Greens…” He continued to smile, while internally cringing at the informality. “…any news?”
The secretary, bless her, didn’t even bat an eye. “I have another report for you, from lieutenant Garths.”
“Thank you.” Jon took the manilla folder and pulled out the single sheet of paper with an air of great gravity. Surely, it must be a very important matter if another lieutenant had it sent to him. He carefully read the paper once, twice. Then, with a somewhat strained smile, he looked back up at the secretary. She was standing expectantly just outside the open door. “Is this…all?”
“I don’t know what you mean, sir.”
“This was written today.”
“Yes, just now.”
“It’s a report on a shipment of contraband goods.”
“I wouldn’t know that, sir. I didn’t read the report.”
“It is.”
“Yes, it must be so.”
“But…the estimated time for the circumstances is…tonight.”
“I wouldn’t know that, sir. I didn’t read the report.”
“Oh, it says so here. The time wasn’t written in the right place, the officer who wrote this report was careless.”
“I think lieutenant Garths personally wrote this report.”
“Oh…I see. He must have been very busy when he wrote this, then.”
“No, he took the rest of the evening off today.”
“Oh…then…I suppose he wants me to deal with this matter for him?”
“Yes, it must be so.” The secretary patiently stood by the door as an awkward silence began to fall.
“Thank you, good night,” Jon absentmindedly said to M(?) Greens as he closed his office door and walked back to his desk. A lieutenant from the same department, but who oversaw different divisions than himself, wouldn’t personally write out a haphazard report on a minor illegal shipment that needed only a few officers to attend to. Jon had a vague impression of lieutenant Garths from a few conferences. The man was quite shrewd; there was an intention behind this report, but obviously Garths wanted Jon to take the responsibility of carrying out the plan. What exactly did his colleague want and why was it sent specifically to him, lieutenant Xin of the homicide and gang divisions? He slowly skimmed over the report again.“This was written today.”
“Yes, just now.”
“It’s a report on a shipment of contraband goods.”
“I wouldn’t know that, sir. I didn’t read the report.”
“It is.”
“Yes, it must be so.”
“But…the estimated time for the circumstances is…tonight.”
“I wouldn’t know that, sir. I didn’t read the report.”
“Oh, it says so here. The time wasn’t written in the right place, the officer who wrote this report was careless.”
“I think lieutenant Garths personally wrote this report.”
“Oh…I see. He must have been very busy when he wrote this, then.”
“No, he took the rest of the evening off today.”
“Oh…then…I suppose he wants me to deal with this matter for him?”
“Yes, it must be so.” The secretary patiently stood by the door as an awkward silence began to fall.
“Ah yes…it must be so,” Jon mumbled to himself. He reached for the pen on his desk. The command he was about to give would require a signature.
16 NPC cops (illegal contraband/drugs division) and 1 officer Lockwood (friend of Conor's) headed your way! Misty Gray Maxilgal Foxy
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