O’Connor himself wasn’t partially physically intimidating. This fact became abundantly clear once he stepped off his chair and approached me. While not necessarily short in stature, his seat gave him an extra few inches compared to his natural stance. “So…” His harsh voice started, sizing me up thoroughly. “You’re the institution’s golden boy eh, some mid-twenty something greenhorn coming in and telling us how to do our jobs without a single day of patrol under his belt!” “Twenty-two actually sir.” I replied blankly. His demeanor lifted for a brief moment as he recalled something, before shifting back to his previously interrupted, confrontational speech. “Worse still, you don’t even have a day’s experience in patrol, and you’re looking to …show more content…
"What was the next step of your investigation again?" He asked inquisitively. "I'm heading out to make an arrest." He replied, his tone carried a slight hint of Incertitude as to the motive of this inquiry. "Perfect!" The Chief suddenly exclaimed, taking us both a aback, briefly at the sudden outburst. "Our newest detective here can get some hands on experience!" He bellowed confidently, as he began pushing my, comparatively lightweight body with little resistance towards Henry's position. "I don't think that's...." Henry started before he was caught off guard by The Chief's over exaggerated pleading gaze, which led to a sigh of resignation from him. I experienced a brief moment of clarity while being hustled over. "Wait a second, I'm not actually a detective yet." I said unceremoniously amongst the ensuing disarray. The Chief's face shifted in thought processing my concern, before suddenly coming to a realization, "Oh, right you are my boy!" He said enthusiastically "Wait just a moment !" With that he rushed over to his desk, and began digging around while I and Henry shared an uncomfortable
Henry couldn’t believe it, he was ecstatic, he then looked over at Ben, he was sitting in the corner of the room alone, Henry knew how out of place he probably felt but he knew what he had to do. He turned back to Morgan and said, “I’m highly honored for the offer, but I believe I know someone more
“It sounds personal to me,” the blond woman said. I felt myself nodding in agreement. “I'm sure the police---”
A murmuring hum caught in a robust chest cavity was the sign of his waking. The sharpening of Lord Kazetora’s breath as his lashes parted, then closed tightly, then parted one more. His crimsons flickered like quiet flames in the darkness of his den. Silken whiskers twitched softly against the short hairs of his paws.
“But how’d you figure I wasn’t on the opposite side of the law?” His hat still covered his eyes.
"Hold your hand Soldier. He's the bravest lad I've ever seen and I'll not have him whipped." He paused for a moment. " At least not until I've spoken with him and see what this is all about."
“Sir, I know what you have done, so you might as well tell me the truth so we can make this meeting short and sweet.”
“Listen up gentleman!” The head of the detective agency prepares to make an announcement, hopefully about some new information on the case. He points at me.
I was sitting with my friend, Pistol on one of the bucking shoots watching the barrel race.
“You don’t know me.” My voice sounded as unsteady as his stance. He shrugged as he chuckled; the laughter turned my blood cold. He seemed to know something I did not.
“She said that she would be back in a couple of minutes.” He said while he was trying to memorize his lines.
“Well, remember, you’d be a junior guard. I think that’s when you learn to save yourself.”
At that time, I was a rookie in the detective agency. It was my first year in the field, but I was a troublemaker. I was always inquisitive, often found looking through hidden files and confidential papers. I repeatedly got caught by my boss, Shucks. Shucks was a man who went by the rules. He went strictly by the rules and did everything routinely and precisely. He was a superstitious man, having to do the same routine in order to have a good result. Shucks handled all the investigation cases a certain way, which always started with the call receiving the case. Then, as he believes, a certain chain of events must happen in a certain sequence in order for the case to be successful. He never questioned anything said by his superiors and expected the same from me and my coworkers. It never seemed like he was fond of me because of my, as he called it, nosy status, and this was made obvious with my first mission.
"I'm going to make a big request of you today," he said, pocketing his souvenirs with satisfaction, "so I thought you ought to know something about me. I didn't want you to think I was just some
“I have no idea officer. Why did you pull me over? “ I answered back to him with a smart mouth attitude.
"Where was she seen last," the detective asked. His face was stolid yet I could hear the pain and panic in his voice.