((Me))
The
sound of his cell phone ringing woke Sgt. Ash Chewston from his
overwork-induced sleep. Sluggishly pulling himself off the floor, he
zombie walked to the nuisance sitting on his desk across the room.
"Yawn ... hello?" Ash sleepily queried.
"Where
the hell are you?!! You were suppose to be at work over an hour ago!"
rapidly spat Ash's secretary, Wanda Smith. "The commissioner
is going to be here any minute, and he's already fuming about the
recent budget cut!" She said the word 'commissioner' with an
extra fearful emphasis.
Ash looked at his cell phone and cross
referenced the time on it with his wall clock. Yup, he was going to
be really late. "I'll be there as soon as I can," he drawled,
suppressing a second yawn with much difficulty, "bia." He hung up
the phone in the middle of Wanda's next sentence and started to get
himself cleaned up.
He ended up halfway through his shower
before the implications of Wanda's words sunk into his conscious
mind.
Seven minutes later, he was flying down the interstate
and swerving between the early morning traffic. He started work
extremely early in the morning, so being an hour late still didn't
get him caught in the morning rush hour. Another 10 minutes of city
traffic and he was parked in his spot and rushing up the police
station steps.
As he got closer to his office, he could begin
to hear someone violently arguing with Wanda. As he drew closer, he
suddenly recognized the sound... and his heart skipped a beat. That
voice belonged to, the one and only, Commissioner Black. Black was an
extremely intimidating man, with just as much fat as muscle squeezed
into his tailored suit. He turned at that instant to catch Sgt. Ash
Chewston with a "deer caught in the headlights" look.
"Chewston!!" Commissioner Black bellowed, swiftly walking
right up into Ash's face. Ash resisted the sudden urge to step
backwards with some trouble.
"FIRST, you go and get all
sobby on me while on LIVE T.V.! THEN, you decide to show up over an
HOUR late to work in THIS SHODDY CONDITION!" Black made wide,
sweeping gestures meant to point out Ash's ragtag clothing, but
they only succeeded in forcing Ash back a few inches. There was a
secret gambling pool run by some of the officers trying to guess the
person who will cause Black to snap into a psychotic, violent
rampage. So far, Ash had stayed off the list.
"Screw up
again," Black menaced, lowering his voice dangerously, "and I'll
bust you down to training pants. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear."
"Yes
sir" Ash managed to say.
And with that out of his hair, the
commissioner stalked off in search of new victims. Ash caught a
sympathetic look from Wanda, down the hall, as he drudged the rest of
the way to his office.
No more than half an hour later, a
knock sounded at his door. Ash glanced up from his paperwork on the
most recent Pokemon attacks to see a man enter. Ash made a mental
note to contact other individuals working on Pokemon attack cases, to
see if they had a point of origin.
((Ravea))
Seigi
went through the police station, stopping at his destination. It was
very early morning, and Seigi had someone he wanted to meet. He
knocked on the door, then let himself in. The man he had saw on T.V.
was sitting at his desk, rifling through some papers.
"Sgt.
Ash Chewston, i presume?" Asked Seigi quitely. "I saw you
on T.V. and thought you could use some help."
Ash
visibly winced, then got up and walked to his second visitor of the
day. "That's me," he said bitterly, shaking hands as he did so,
"the infamous Sgt. Ash Chewston." He closed the door slowly,
letting it set against its frame with a resounding click. This
simple precaution would keep the wandering ears of the office from
this private conversation.
After offering the stranger a chair
and seating himself at his desk once more, Ash spoke up with
curiosity.
"What kind of... help."
