by nrocha20 Tue Jun 16, 2009 12:07 am
Officer Kenny Wallace
"Well you passed all the tests, with a perfect score in the explosives section." Said Tom Motte, a lieutenant of the NYC PD. Tom had a good old western style mustache and sharp brown eyes. He always wore his police hat and a designer black glove on his right hand. The recruit sitting in front of him was smiling at the good news he had just received.
"Thank you sir." The recruit said as Tom glanced down at his records.
"I don't know how you didn't make the bomb squad with a score like this."
The new recruit was a robust 19 year old and about 6'2", 2 inches taller then Tom. He had no facial hair, a shaved head, and his eyes were an unusual purplish red. The reason the recruit did not make the bomb squad was simply because his ex girlfriend's father was the head. Their break up was not a pretty one, so his ex made sure to use her fathers power to waste a chunk of the recruits life by delaying his test for a month, and then failing him.
"Well congratulations." Tom continued, "You are now an officer of the NYC Police Department."
"Thank you sir!"
"Your uniform and equipment are in a bag in the front. Don't forget them."
"I wont sir!"
"Then you are dismissed, Officer Kenny Wallace"
Kenny simple got up and walked out the door with an excited expression on is face. He found the duffel bag with his uniform and equipment on a desk in the front office. The bag had his name on it, so he picked it up be the straps and rushed out the door. He was about to enter his 2010 Hybrid Truck when he spotted a newspaper salesman at the corner of his eye. Seeing as it was only five dollars for the paper and a month subscription, Kenny purchased the paper, and filled out a subscription sheet. After saying goodbye to the salesman, Kenny got in his truck. He took a quick glance down at the newspaper he had just set on the passenger seat of his truck. Through the plastic wrapping, he could make out the date: May 16, 2013. Kenny looked back up through his windshield and started the truck. He drove a seven minute drive to an apartment complex. He parked the truck in the parking lot and made his way to building E apartment 20. After he entered his small home, he dropped the duffel bag and looked at the clock on his wall. Seeing as it was 7:30 PM, Kenny decided to clean up his apartment. Putting it lightly, the small home was a mess. Even though it had just a front room, with a couch, coffee table, and TV. A Kitchen with a stove, fridge, coffee maker, a few cupboards, and a microwave. A bathroom with a shower, toilet, and sink. And a bedroom with a bed, closet, small table, and an alarm clock. There was food wrappers, dirty laundry, some tools, notebooks, books, and even a .45 Calibur Handgun laying around the apartment. It took Kenny 3 hours just to get all the trash picked up.
"Whoo!" he yelled in his room as he collapsed on the queen size bed. He set his alarm and fell asleep with one simple thought: I start tomorrow!
2 years later
Kenny was shoving a man in a KKK outfit in the back of the police car, while his new partner, Sarah Martin, was informing the department of their catch. Sarah was a pretty little thing, red hair, hazel eyes, slim figure, all the qualities male cops look for in female partners. They were at the end of the dark ally on an empty street surrounded by old abandoned houses, the perpetrator was screaming all three of their heads off.
"I know my rights!" The racist screamed as Kenny 'forgot' to push his head down when shoving him into the car.
"You have the right to remain silent." Kenny said before slamming the door in the racists face.
"You know your suppose to keep them from hitting their heads on the car when you shove them in, right? Sarah said as she put the radio on her belt and scooted into the passenger seat.
"Whats your point?" Kenny replied while getting into the drivers seat and starting the car. When Sarah did not respond, Kenny looked up at his rear view mirror to see the racist shouting something at the top of his lungs behind soundproof glass.
"I'm real happy they upgraded these junkers last year" Kenny said, failing to ignite small talk. For Sarah simply nodded in return.
When they reached the department, it was about 1:30 AM. The two placed the racist in a holding cell and were walking back to the car when Tom walked up to them.
"Are you two free?" He said immediately.
"Yes sir" Sarah replied.
"Good, there is a drunk outside the nearby bar disturbing the peace. Can you two handle it?"
"Of course." Kenny replied.
"Good. Hop to it." With that Tom turned back to his office.
"All in a days work, huh?" Kenny said to Sarah, as they left the department. Sarah simply smiled... her last smile to be exact...