It has been fourteen years since I trained at the academy. It's been three
years since I ended my partnership with Maurice Boscorelli. I never quite
understood why our partnership ended. Ever since we've been bouncing around
partners like musical chairs and our careers are still drifting in the same
direction.
After my getting shot for Bosco and not wanting to give up the force Fred
left taking Emily and Charlie with him. They live in Philadelphia now, and
from what I heard Fred's remarried. I still see the kids a few times a year
and spend some holidays with them. Working undercover has it disadvantages
and loosing my family was one of them.
After the divorce I became a work-o-holic, and not a very safe one at that. I had learned many things from Bosco over the years and living on the dangerous side was one of his specialties. I worked sixteen hour shifts three times a week at least, and would stay long hours filing paperwork even if I wasn't on the clock. It gave me something to do and most of all a reason not to go home to an empty apartment. Six months later I attempted the Sergeants exam again and passed the top of my class. I tried the whole desk routine for a few months but I became more rowdy than anything, I wanted to be out on the streets were I was for eleven years. I knew if I went back though it wouldn't be the same. I would have to find a new partner, and even my lieutenant knew I was as hard to find a partner as Maurice Boscorelli. I suppose that's why we worked so well together.
That October I was called into the office and was handed a form. I realized this form would change everything. The work I have done for the past twelve years would measure as simple compared to the cases I would take if I agreed to complete this training. What would I have to loose? Maybe a little more time, but I didn't really have any reason not to. I was pretty much on my own at this point.
Two weeks later I was training to become an undercover sergeant for a joint operation with the FBI and CIA. It was hard to believe I would be recommended for this, but I was. Finishing second out of fourty-five I had the pick on where I could locate, and of course I chose returning to the 55th, Camelot was home, it was all I knew and the one place I felt I could call home.
After returning I worked small cases to get used to practicing daily what I had learn in training. Running two miles every morning, eating healthy to my surprise and taking up kick boxing as a hobby. I lost seventy-five pounds, and gained a whole new attitude. I could run with the officers in training when they ran their training courses and still do as good, if not better.
It wasn't until late July I was handed one of the biggest cases of my career. I never thought things would change so fast but they did. I was handed a file that looked as if there was enough paper work to wallpaper the precinct. Sixteen murder cases, over ninety-five stolen automobiles, and more thefts than I ever thought could be carried out without being caught. This case all lead back to one name, Stephan Albatross. His grandfather sent him state side to 'govern' his business while he took care of things in Italy. The man seemed almost invisible but would appear here and there for small personal matters. Never staying long enough to be tracked, that's was until recently.
It was my job to put together a team of our officers to go undercover and become part of Albatross's mafia, or at least close enough. With the case file I was handed quite a number of officer profiles that were eligible to work on the case. They were the best out of approximately two thousand. The thought ran through my mind many times how I was chosen to be in charge of this. There were so many others just as qualified, if not more than myself. Yet here I was looking over everyone else's file to find the 'best of the best' so I took my time. I had three months to find the nine most qualified for the job, and I wasn't about to let anything slip through the cracks.
Walking in the side door to the station I headed up the staircase like I always do leading to my lieutenants office. I had finished my work so far on the case. Now I had to put my ideas, strategies, and the information I had busted my butt over for the past few months to work. When I said the last name on the list of chosen officers the man in front of me seemed to freeze for a moment, then continued sifting through my work. He was pleased and gave me the green light to put my team together.
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Each member of my team had a specific skill that I felt would benefit his or her responsibilities in the case. Whether than skill being able to hack into a computer database, or being able to hot wire one of the many expensive cars that Albatross' men had 'borrowed.' Working as a team would be the only way to reassure surviving.
So I start With McKenzie Jade. An over achieving eighteen year old who received her high school diploma at the age of fifteen. I don't quite understand why she didn't just go into the FBI or CIA she certainly had the opportunity but turned it down to go into the academy. She was a street cop that many didn't want to mess with once they hit her nerve. A lot of guys didn't give her credit due to her petite size, and age. However she seemed to take everyone by storm with her martial arts back round, and by taking on of the biggest guys in the precinct down in a boxing match. Feeling she could defend herself and maybe help strengthen a few of our weaker points in the defense area I placed her with Michael Braze. Who also specializes in martial arts, and is known for his use with many types of weaponry. His offer for the undercover came after they heard about his victory against thirteen gang bangers. Most people wouldn't have lived if they stayed, he fought long enough for all but two of them to be cuffed and tried for raping a thirteen year old. Rachel Leigh is trained in surveillance equipment techniques, and can hide a camera in the oddest of places. Being able to record and video tape our work will put us a head and save our butts in necessary. Luke Brynt he's a charmer, sweet talker if you will, and can talk his way into a locked box if you let him. His specialty is negotiation. He trained with the best; originally to help with hostage situations but as anyone can tell used his talent for a lot more than just work. Harlie McNamara She's like a spy, but more like a snake. Hiding in shadows she listens but doesn't speak. She lets the mic pick up any information and relays it back to Rachel. Being un able to talk sent many disadvantages her way but over coming her disability she found a new way of helping..being wired for sound.
Alexander Jameson The sniper, a good marks man can take out a bottle cap two hundred fifty feet away without a flinch. Anyone else would consider him a hit man. Running the dirty job that no one else ever seems to want to do. Maybe this case won't be his most exciting but it makes me feel safe that he's on my side.
Carlie Hope and who says hackers aren't doing any good. Since the age of twelve hope has been working with the FBI decrypting text between many crime organizations and hacking her way into to databases while shutting down everything in her way. It was once said she caused the power to go out over Manhattan due to being handed the wrong information, but that's still being worked on. James Syler The bond of the operation. Helped gather information on the Russian mafia before they were shut down in the late nineties. He's worked on more cases than I could have ever thought possible in his twenty five years of existence, and only being in the system for a mere eight years. Then to the amazement of myself and to my lieutenant for me choosing.; my path once again crosses with Maurice Boscorelli who furthered his career into undercover only months before I went into sergeant training. He's a true Italian what can I say, and from his family history, much to my surprise the mafia is in his blood. He's changed since our separation. He has trained in defense, weaponry, surveillance, and began studding the Italian language. He started researching the mafia and their ways of crime for a while. He knew almost everything the team needed to know from Capone to our friend Albatross.
Now my only obstacle is finding the man I had called partner for so long, and talking to him. I do not want to start a dangerous mission with a man on my team being more of an enemy. Although I never felt Bosco a threat I don't want to take any risks. It's time I face my past and stand up to my fears. I need a friend, and no more than now do I need my partner.
After the divorce I became a work-o-holic, and not a very safe one at that. I had learned many things from Bosco over the years and living on the dangerous side was one of his specialties. I worked sixteen hour shifts three times a week at least, and would stay long hours filing paperwork even if I wasn't on the clock. It gave me something to do and most of all a reason not to go home to an empty apartment. Six months later I attempted the Sergeants exam again and passed the top of my class. I tried the whole desk routine for a few months but I became more rowdy than anything, I wanted to be out on the streets were I was for eleven years. I knew if I went back though it wouldn't be the same. I would have to find a new partner, and even my lieutenant knew I was as hard to find a partner as Maurice Boscorelli. I suppose that's why we worked so well together.
That October I was called into the office and was handed a form. I realized this form would change everything. The work I have done for the past twelve years would measure as simple compared to the cases I would take if I agreed to complete this training. What would I have to loose? Maybe a little more time, but I didn't really have any reason not to. I was pretty much on my own at this point.
Two weeks later I was training to become an undercover sergeant for a joint operation with the FBI and CIA. It was hard to believe I would be recommended for this, but I was. Finishing second out of fourty-five I had the pick on where I could locate, and of course I chose returning to the 55th, Camelot was home, it was all I knew and the one place I felt I could call home.
After returning I worked small cases to get used to practicing daily what I had learn in training. Running two miles every morning, eating healthy to my surprise and taking up kick boxing as a hobby. I lost seventy-five pounds, and gained a whole new attitude. I could run with the officers in training when they ran their training courses and still do as good, if not better.
It wasn't until late July I was handed one of the biggest cases of my career. I never thought things would change so fast but they did. I was handed a file that looked as if there was enough paper work to wallpaper the precinct. Sixteen murder cases, over ninety-five stolen automobiles, and more thefts than I ever thought could be carried out without being caught. This case all lead back to one name, Stephan Albatross. His grandfather sent him state side to 'govern' his business while he took care of things in Italy. The man seemed almost invisible but would appear here and there for small personal matters. Never staying long enough to be tracked, that's was until recently.
It was my job to put together a team of our officers to go undercover and become part of Albatross's mafia, or at least close enough. With the case file I was handed quite a number of officer profiles that were eligible to work on the case. They were the best out of approximately two thousand. The thought ran through my mind many times how I was chosen to be in charge of this. There were so many others just as qualified, if not more than myself. Yet here I was looking over everyone else's file to find the 'best of the best' so I took my time. I had three months to find the nine most qualified for the job, and I wasn't about to let anything slip through the cracks.
Walking in the side door to the station I headed up the staircase like I always do leading to my lieutenants office. I had finished my work so far on the case. Now I had to put my ideas, strategies, and the information I had busted my butt over for the past few months to work. When I said the last name on the list of chosen officers the man in front of me seemed to freeze for a moment, then continued sifting through my work. He was pleased and gave me the green light to put my team together.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Each member of my team had a specific skill that I felt would benefit his or her responsibilities in the case. Whether than skill being able to hack into a computer database, or being able to hot wire one of the many expensive cars that Albatross' men had 'borrowed.' Working as a team would be the only way to reassure surviving.
So I start With McKenzie Jade. An over achieving eighteen year old who received her high school diploma at the age of fifteen. I don't quite understand why she didn't just go into the FBI or CIA she certainly had the opportunity but turned it down to go into the academy. She was a street cop that many didn't want to mess with once they hit her nerve. A lot of guys didn't give her credit due to her petite size, and age. However she seemed to take everyone by storm with her martial arts back round, and by taking on of the biggest guys in the precinct down in a boxing match. Feeling she could defend herself and maybe help strengthen a few of our weaker points in the defense area I placed her with Michael Braze. Who also specializes in martial arts, and is known for his use with many types of weaponry. His offer for the undercover came after they heard about his victory against thirteen gang bangers. Most people wouldn't have lived if they stayed, he fought long enough for all but two of them to be cuffed and tried for raping a thirteen year old. Rachel Leigh is trained in surveillance equipment techniques, and can hide a camera in the oddest of places. Being able to record and video tape our work will put us a head and save our butts in necessary. Luke Brynt he's a charmer, sweet talker if you will, and can talk his way into a locked box if you let him. His specialty is negotiation. He trained with the best; originally to help with hostage situations but as anyone can tell used his talent for a lot more than just work. Harlie McNamara She's like a spy, but more like a snake. Hiding in shadows she listens but doesn't speak. She lets the mic pick up any information and relays it back to Rachel. Being un able to talk sent many disadvantages her way but over coming her disability she found a new way of helping..being wired for sound.
Alexander Jameson The sniper, a good marks man can take out a bottle cap two hundred fifty feet away without a flinch. Anyone else would consider him a hit man. Running the dirty job that no one else ever seems to want to do. Maybe this case won't be his most exciting but it makes me feel safe that he's on my side.
Carlie Hope and who says hackers aren't doing any good. Since the age of twelve hope has been working with the FBI decrypting text between many crime organizations and hacking her way into to databases while shutting down everything in her way. It was once said she caused the power to go out over Manhattan due to being handed the wrong information, but that's still being worked on. James Syler The bond of the operation. Helped gather information on the Russian mafia before they were shut down in the late nineties. He's worked on more cases than I could have ever thought possible in his twenty five years of existence, and only being in the system for a mere eight years. Then to the amazement of myself and to my lieutenant for me choosing.; my path once again crosses with Maurice Boscorelli who furthered his career into undercover only months before I went into sergeant training. He's a true Italian what can I say, and from his family history, much to my surprise the mafia is in his blood. He's changed since our separation. He has trained in defense, weaponry, surveillance, and began studding the Italian language. He started researching the mafia and their ways of crime for a while. He knew almost everything the team needed to know from Capone to our friend Albatross.
Now my only obstacle is finding the man I had called partner for so long, and talking to him. I do not want to start a dangerous mission with a man on my team being more of an enemy. Although I never felt Bosco a threat I don't want to take any risks. It's time I face my past and stand up to my fears. I need a friend, and no more than now do I need my partner.
