Prologue
Washington, DC, USA
That morning had been rough, and even that was an understatement. Mordecai Tate was exhausted. Late night shifts everyday for a week, and it was finally beginning to get to him. He was forming bags under his eyes from the tiredness, and little things began to get to him. He also seemed to be overdosing on coffee.
These, among other things, were what made it so frustrating when Joshua Dawson, the short and scrawny new-guy, came in thrusting a new case upon him. Mordecai sat at his desk; he rubbed his hand on the back of his head. There was a large pile of papers and the rather large computer in front of him. "This looks interesting." He said happily as he passed his senior the fax.
"Mm," Mordecai just answered in reply as he read through it. Credit card fraud. Interesting. Dawson really was a funny guy, he thought as he skimmed the paper.
"They caught the guy on CCTV." He said, his voice unusually high for a man his age.
"Oh really…"
"He's been identified as an ex-marine."
"Should I really be working on this case?" He inquired, "I have so much on my schedule at the moment."
"It's the chief's orders." Joshua said, his voice lowering slightly. He really looked forward to working with Officer Tate; it saddened him that the other didn't feel the same way. He had only just started at Washington's State Police Department a few weeks ago. Not many of the other officers seemed to like him. They'd nicknamed him 'dorkson'. However Mordecai always stood up for him. He reminded him of his older brother.
"Fine, tell me more about this marine." He said, sitting back in his chair and fiddling with his pen in his right hand, he lent his feet on his desk and put his head back, to face the ceiling.
Joshua beamed, as he stood and stared at his new role-model, "Mid-thirty's. Never been arrested. Barely been on the system for a good few years. His wife died in a fire and he has two sons."
"What makes them think it's him?"
"He was caught using a fake guy's card. The card company looked up the name immediately and they only found one guy with the name 'Clark Rogers' and he's retired and hasn't claimed a credit card in the past five years. Besides, they identified him as John Winchester through the footage and finger-prints.
Mordecai nodded, "Do they know where he is staying?"
"A motel room in Cheyenne, Wyoming."
"Get a group cops to arrest him for us."
"Yes sir, what about his kids?"
Mordecai signed, he loathed the whole idea of separating a family, but what could he do?
"Bring them in as well. And book us a flight to get there as soon as possible."
Dawson saluted like a dork and left the room. Mordecai just shook his head and rubbed it, as a pathetic attempt to relieve his headache. What this job did to him…
