Welcome to the Force
A young man is in a dim prison cell. His body covered in a bright orange jump suit. His dark tan arms are crossed behind the head of his dark auburn hair. The curl on the right poking out the side. His eyes are closed as he lays on the tops bunk with his eyes closed as he naps. The bottom bunk is empty since he almost beat his last cellmate to death.
A security guard walks up to the cell and peers inside. When he sees him sleeping he take out his stick and bangs it against the bars.
"Lovino Vargas" he says "Someone is here to see you"
Lovino slowly lifts his lids to reveal a pair of olive green eyes. He lazily turns his head to the guard with a raised eyebrow. The guards eye twitches and he hits the bars again.
"Get your ass out of bed and come over here!" he snaps
Lovino sits up and throws his legs over the side then jumps down to the floor, his white shoes hitting the floor with a thump. He walks over the bars and sticks his hands through, allowing the guard to handcuff him before the cell is opened and he walks out. The guard puts a hand on his shoulder and leads him down the long hallway.
Lovino keeps his head down and stares at the floor. He knows he is being taken to an interrogation room and knows the way since he has been there a few times before. He looks up when there is a buzz and the door unlocks which the guard opens and leads him inside then to the chair at the table in the center of the room.
Lovino isn't surprised to see the chief of police. A balding black haired man in his early forties. He isn't the skinniest man but not fat either. His skin is a bit pale from spending too much time in his office and his eyes are a dull blue from all the things he has seen. His navy uniform is wrinkled and he has a worried expression on his face. Making Lovino wonder what it is.
However Lovino is surprised by the man standing next to him. He is tall and skinny. His face shows youth but his eyes and straight posture scream experience so it's difficult to guess his age. He has slightly shiny straight black hair and dark brown eyes that make it seem like he is staring right through you. He has a similar uniform as the chiefs but his has no wrinkles and has the states crest over his heart.
"Who's the bastard with you?" Lovino asks not long after sitting down
The guard, who still has his hand on his shoulder, squeezes it tightly but inconspicuously.
"Don't talk that way to the director of the state department!" he snaps
Lovino's eyes widen. What the hell is the director of the state department doing here? The chief clears his throat to gain his attention.
"Mr. Vargas, we have looked over your case and have deemed you useful" the director says
Lovino blinks. Useful?
"We have come to this decision and you will be released and work with the city police to find and remove the mafia" he continues
"I am being released?" Lovino says, disbelievingly
"Indeed, you will be escorted out and to the station" he gestures to the chief "The chief has already picked someone to keep an eye on you"
"Keep an eye- I don't need a baby sitter!" Lovino snaps
"You do, we may be releasing you but you are still a danger" the director says, eyes narrowing
Lovino leans back with a frown.
"Fine" he finally says
The director looks at the guard and nods. Lovino is pulled out the door and lead to another room. There is a bench with some clothes on it and a pair of shoes on the floor to the side is a door leading to a bathroom.
"You can so take a shower then get dressed" the guard says, lifting Lovino's cuffed wrists and taking out a key to unlock them
Lovino watches the guard silently, still shocked. He is not only being released but he is also going to help the police take down the mafia. He doesn't notice the guard is done until he is shoved back and he has to try and regain his balance.
"Stop looking like you're in a daze and get going already!" he snaps
Lovino nods and as expected the guard follows him to the bathroom. He closes the door partially and turns on the shower before undressing then stepping in. the water is cold as usual and when he takes the soap it smells horrible but he has long gotten used to the smell. He washes his hair and body which is surprisingly smooth. Once he is clean he rinses off before stepping out to dry himself. He wraps the towel around his waist and steps out of the bathroom. The guard watches as he walks over to the clothes and begins dressing.
A plain long sleeve white button up shirt, navy blue jeans and black running shoes with black socks. Not his style but it will do for now. After folding up the towel and leaving it on the bench he walks over to the guard.
The guard grabs his arms and leads him back to the interrogation room. There he reluctantly releases his arm allows Lovino to walk to the other side of the table where the two are waiting for him.
"Before we go, this is for you Lovino" the chief takes out a white box and hands it to him
Lovino examines it. Its square and looks like the kind you receive clothing in. he opens it and pulls out the object that is inside. It's a navy jacket with the World City police department logo on the heart.
"Put it on, it should be your size" the director says
Lovino puts down the box and takes out the jacket. He slips his arms into the sleeves and does up the buttons. The fabric is smooth and comfortable and it is a nice fit.
"It's nice" Lovino admits, ghosting his finger along the sleeves
"Glad you think so because from this day on you are one of us" the director says