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Phil woke up in bed, about three minutes before his alarm went off. Usually he was good sleeper, “One of the Best” his wife would joke, but he’d been doing this lately, ever since they put him on leave, really. The head-shrink had had a whole mess a feelings and theories about it, but honestly, Phil figured it was cuz he’d had nothing to sleep for, no long chase to recover from, no case-ending celebration to sleep off, not that he hadn’t had things tire him out, of course, just…it wasn’t the same.
But that was fine, because today was the day. Phil got up, shut off his alarm, kissed his sleeping wife’s forehead, and silently got dressed before creeping downstairs for his secret ritual. He reached the kitchen and his partner-in-crime was waiting for him, weapon in hand, ready for him, he pointed the oblong metal object at Phil
“You’re late”
“You’re early”
The long, silent moment was filled with a million un-saids as the two looked at each other, before losing their self-control and laughing, Phil walked over to sit at the table with his son, tossling his hair as he did, and they ate their cereal together, astray had every morning for the past couple weeks.
“So today’s the day, Huh dad?”
“Yes sirreee, you want a ride to school before I go?”
“Yeah!”
“Alrighty then, get ready”
An hour-ish later, Phil stepped into his new precinct. He recognized some of the faces, though it was hard to focus on anything what with all the chaos and hustle going on. Phil smiled and breathed in the rotten scent of blood, bodies, and steel. Right where he belonged, as he made his way toward the front desk, Phil had to dodge, duck, weave, and avoid a stray fist every half step or so, but to him, it was like riding a bicycle, it all came back once you were on it again.
After Getting the information he needed from the desk lady, a pretty petite blonde thing who was, frankly, a little TOO helpful for Phil’s taste, the thick man moved with what to some was probably surprising agility through the halls until he found it, and slipped in the door and immediately made for the good stuff. and after grabbing a bagel and his Joe, nestled into a seat, letting it all wash over him, and then watching as more people began to slip inside. When Tyrell began speaking Phil paid close attention, He’d heard of Tyrell before but only in stories, and he was looking forward to working under the man. As the young woman, Weisse he thought he’d heard her called, asked her question Phil made a mental note of it, questions like that came from a specific background, she seemed eager enough, still he’d want to keep an eye on her…
Sir Phil spoke up before a mad rush to block the way to Detective Fields could begin Just to be clear, are you really saying our task is to ’clear the shitstorm’ in any way we can and that, short of ending up on the wrong side of Internal Affairs, we’ve got the green-light?
But that was fine, because today was the day. Phil got up, shut off his alarm, kissed his sleeping wife’s forehead, and silently got dressed before creeping downstairs for his secret ritual. He reached the kitchen and his partner-in-crime was waiting for him, weapon in hand, ready for him, he pointed the oblong metal object at Phil
“You’re late”
“You’re early”
The long, silent moment was filled with a million un-saids as the two looked at each other, before losing their self-control and laughing, Phil walked over to sit at the table with his son, tossling his hair as he did, and they ate their cereal together, astray had every morning for the past couple weeks.
“So today’s the day, Huh dad?”
“Yes sirreee, you want a ride to school before I go?”
“Yeah!”
“Alrighty then, get ready”
An hour-ish later, Phil stepped into his new precinct. He recognized some of the faces, though it was hard to focus on anything what with all the chaos and hustle going on. Phil smiled and breathed in the rotten scent of blood, bodies, and steel. Right where he belonged, as he made his way toward the front desk, Phil had to dodge, duck, weave, and avoid a stray fist every half step or so, but to him, it was like riding a bicycle, it all came back once you were on it again.
After Getting the information he needed from the desk lady, a pretty petite blonde thing who was, frankly, a little TOO helpful for Phil’s taste, the thick man moved with what to some was probably surprising agility through the halls until he found it, and slipped in the door and immediately made for the good stuff. and after grabbing a bagel and his Joe, nestled into a seat, letting it all wash over him, and then watching as more people began to slip inside. When Tyrell began speaking Phil paid close attention, He’d heard of Tyrell before but only in stories, and he was looking forward to working under the man. As the young woman, Weisse he thought he’d heard her called, asked her question Phil made a mental note of it, questions like that came from a specific background, she seemed eager enough, still he’d want to keep an eye on her…
Sir Phil spoke up before a mad rush to block the way to Detective Fields could begin Just to be clear, are you really saying our task is to ’clear the shitstorm’ in any way we can and that, short of ending up on the wrong side of Internal Affairs, we’ve got the green-light?
