Beat was now sitting rather uncomfortably in the hallway of the Tokyo
Police Station. It was completely different from what he imagined. There
were no instruments of torture, no hookers, no drugs laying anywhere from
former busts, and they were no battered criminals. In fact, Beat was the
only criminal there, and that embarrassed the hell out of him.
Damn, he was so hungry and so bored. He had been sitting there for hours and he didn't know why. As it was mentioned before, there were no criminals, so what was the freaking hold-up? It suddenly dawned on him that these poor bastards never caught a criminal, let alone punish one before. They were probably confused on what to do next.
Beat was right, for down the hallway and in the room on the second right, Onishima and a fellow officer were trying to find out what the hell they were supposed to be doing. Onishima was rummaging through a few old file cabinets looking for the answer desperately, "I know there has to be an agenda SOMEWHERE." He sighed in contempt as he pulled out sheet after sheet of useless information.
Suddenly, the younger officer beamed as he held up a bag of evidence, "Hey remember this?"
Onishima smiled, "Oh yeah! That was from the old Isaka case. That was one of the last successful cases we had! I remember he was always shouting, 'The evidence is somewhere! Please, you have to find it!'" Onishima chuckled fondly as he gestured for the officer to toss him the evidence. The officer obeyed and threw it at him gently. Onishima held it in the sunlight that went past the blinds that covered a beautiful view of Shibuya- Cho. "Well spank my ass and call me Charlie. The guy was innocent!"
"Uh, he had lethal injection four years ago, boss." The young officer said dejectedly.
"Uh, well, I guess I must've misplaced the evidence." Onishima chuckled nervously. He looked at the officer who looked horrified, "Not on purpose! Not on purpose!" Onishima slapped his forehead for adding that phrase and quickly tossed the evidence back into the file cabinet. He reached inside and grabbed something random to change the topic.
Onishima felt something like wrapping paper and pulled it out. It was a large bag of weed that was almost empty, "Oh yeah!" Onishima said with a sense of relief evident in his voice, "Remember that illegal drug case? We busted somebody for selling large quantities of weed?"
"Um, yeah. I also remember that bag being full too." The officer said, his voice full of suspicion.
"Uh, well, I-" Officer Onishima quickly threw the evidence into the file cabinet behind him. "Hey! How about this!" Onishima said, grabbing something random. "Remember this?" He looked it over. "Remember when I pulled over those kids for speeding?"
"Uh, wasn't that the Toriyata case?"
"Uh, yeah. Why?" Onishima asked.
The younger officer looked at him with disdain, "It was a police brutality case that you were charged with. They said that an officer pulled them over and beat the living hell out of them. You said you weren't even there. The court believed you."
"Oh shit!" Onishima threw it back into the cabinet and locked it up like it was the plague. In a panic, Onishima went from the cabinet to the drawer of his desk, "Ah, heh, heh, how about this old snapshot?" He pulled out an erotic picture from his desk, "Remember when you, me, my wife, and your wife went to a romantic getaway to the mountains?"
"I never went to the mountains." The officer said, surprised.
"Oh shit!" Onishima quickly realized the younger officer wasn't there for that getaway and he quickly shoved the erotic picture back into his desk. He looked back up at the officer who looked like he was infuriated. "Uh, maybe we should ask the mayor if he has a copy instead of digging around in my cabinets."
* * *
Beat sat on the bench in the hallway, kicking his legs out from under him. Finally, he heard a fax machine start up and he heard footsteps coming from Onishima's office. The two officers walked over to the fax machine. Onishima snatched the paper from the fax and looked over it carefully. He smiled and walked over to Beat, "Well, we finally figured out what we have to do now. We need to get your ass to a judge. Where do we find one though?"
Beat groaned in annoyance as Onishima went to look for his address book.
* * *
Three hours later, Beat, Onishima, and the younger officer were standing in front of the Supreme Court; they were in awe of all its beauty. Breaking the silence, Onishima laughed out loud, "Who would've thought that a judge would be in a court? What a crazy world we live in, eh Beat?" Onishima dug his elbow in his side in a playful manner.
Beat looked up at him with a expression of disbelief, "Are you sure you're a cop?"
Not hearing a word of what Beat said, Onishima led the handcuffed juvenile up the marble steps of the Supreme Court. They pushed open the wide, wooden doors and steps inside. It was everything a government building was supposed to be; clean, historic, orderly, righteously massive and kick-ass.
Once the three were done admiring the structure, they went up to the counter to schedule a trial. The trio made the mistake of letting Onishima handle the situation. "Hello! We got ourselves a criminal and he needs to be put on trial."
The secretary looked at them over her spectacles that hung at the end of her long nose. Her long bony fingers reached for a packet and a pencil. She turned to Onishima and asked him what the name was in a slow croaky voice. Onishima simply replied, "Beat."
"That's his name?" The secretary asked.
"Yep!" Onishima said, a bright smile on his face.
"Doesn't he have a last name? A social security number? An address?"
"H-holy hell? Social security what?" Onishima said nervously, his smile disappearing.
"Are you kidding me?" Said the woman. "Didn't you debrief him?"
Onishima looked stunned and his fingers started to tremble, this lady was horrifying him. "B-but, I don't swing that way! I-I don't even know the kid!" Beat groaned and buried his face in his hands. "She means, didn't you do an interrogation on me," He said, irritably. "not butt-rape me."
"Oh!" Onishima said with relief, wiping sweat off his face with his right hand. "No. I suppose I didn't. Is that a problem?" He shrunk back as the old lady glared at him. She waved a bony finger at him, "Shame on you for calling yourself an officer! You are supposed to call his parents (or parent or guardian or guardians) do an ID check, then take him to court! What did he even do?" She said, sounding exasperated.
"He defaced public property." The younger officer added, trying to help the situation.
"You mean he just did graffiti?" The woman said, shocked.
"Yes." The officer said.
"And you brought him to the SUPREME Court? What the hell are you thinking!" She screeched.
"What was I supposed to do?" Whimpered Onishima.
The woman suddenly grew very patient and wrote down some directions on a memo pad. She tore it off and crumpled it into a little ball and tossed it to Onishima (who was very nervous at the time) and he dropped it. He blushed in embarrassment as he stooped to pick it up; he unraveled the paper and read it. "What is this? Directions? Where to?" Onishima asked. The woman leaned over and said, "Your 'criminal' is under eighteen and he hasn't committed a felony. Therefore, he goes to a Juvenile court. That's how to get there."
Onishima went wide-eyed. "JUVENILE Court? How many different courts are there?"
The woman sighed, "Just get your ass out of here. –You bother me."
* * *
The police car finally pulled out to a small area that was near a public park. The three stepped outside of the vehicle and looked at the small outlet that was known as the "Tokyo Juvenile Delinquent Center". They had finally arrived.
They stepped inside and quickly realized that it wasn't nearly as grandeur as the Supreme Court was. Nevertheless, it was still a decent courthouse, but it looked more like a small-time business office. There was a heavy stench of coffee in the air that made Beat a little sick to his stomach, but not so much to Onishima. (Since his teeth were stained pure yellow due to his cigarettes and coffee binges he was well use to the stench). It was also way too cold in that room and Beat shivered while the other officers were snug in their uniforms and trench coats.
They walked up to the secretary who merely sat there, filing her fingers. She sighed in boredom as Onishima and company walked to the front desk. Onishima cleared his throat to get her attention. She still sat there filing. Onishima did the same a little louder. She still sat there filing. Onishima sighed and reached into his holster, pulled out his pistol and fired into the ceiling directly above the secretary. The poor woman nearly jumped out of her skin, and also out of her chair. The dust and asbestos from the ceiling rained down into her eyes as she lay on the floor recovering from the shock. She quickly scrambled back up to the desk and looked at Onishima with the utmost hatred.
"Were here to schedule an appointment. Any times available?"
Author's note: As you probably know by now, I have no idea how the system really works, and what a police station really looks like. All I know about the police is everything I've seen on "Police Academy" and I guess that's enough for me. And I also have trouble keeping characters in their characters, but oh well. I really don't give a damn. This is a pretty stupid story in the first place. Peace out. -Gibson
Damn, he was so hungry and so bored. He had been sitting there for hours and he didn't know why. As it was mentioned before, there were no criminals, so what was the freaking hold-up? It suddenly dawned on him that these poor bastards never caught a criminal, let alone punish one before. They were probably confused on what to do next.
Beat was right, for down the hallway and in the room on the second right, Onishima and a fellow officer were trying to find out what the hell they were supposed to be doing. Onishima was rummaging through a few old file cabinets looking for the answer desperately, "I know there has to be an agenda SOMEWHERE." He sighed in contempt as he pulled out sheet after sheet of useless information.
Suddenly, the younger officer beamed as he held up a bag of evidence, "Hey remember this?"
Onishima smiled, "Oh yeah! That was from the old Isaka case. That was one of the last successful cases we had! I remember he was always shouting, 'The evidence is somewhere! Please, you have to find it!'" Onishima chuckled fondly as he gestured for the officer to toss him the evidence. The officer obeyed and threw it at him gently. Onishima held it in the sunlight that went past the blinds that covered a beautiful view of Shibuya- Cho. "Well spank my ass and call me Charlie. The guy was innocent!"
"Uh, he had lethal injection four years ago, boss." The young officer said dejectedly.
"Uh, well, I guess I must've misplaced the evidence." Onishima chuckled nervously. He looked at the officer who looked horrified, "Not on purpose! Not on purpose!" Onishima slapped his forehead for adding that phrase and quickly tossed the evidence back into the file cabinet. He reached inside and grabbed something random to change the topic.
Onishima felt something like wrapping paper and pulled it out. It was a large bag of weed that was almost empty, "Oh yeah!" Onishima said with a sense of relief evident in his voice, "Remember that illegal drug case? We busted somebody for selling large quantities of weed?"
"Um, yeah. I also remember that bag being full too." The officer said, his voice full of suspicion.
"Uh, well, I-" Officer Onishima quickly threw the evidence into the file cabinet behind him. "Hey! How about this!" Onishima said, grabbing something random. "Remember this?" He looked it over. "Remember when I pulled over those kids for speeding?"
"Uh, wasn't that the Toriyata case?"
"Uh, yeah. Why?" Onishima asked.
The younger officer looked at him with disdain, "It was a police brutality case that you were charged with. They said that an officer pulled them over and beat the living hell out of them. You said you weren't even there. The court believed you."
"Oh shit!" Onishima threw it back into the cabinet and locked it up like it was the plague. In a panic, Onishima went from the cabinet to the drawer of his desk, "Ah, heh, heh, how about this old snapshot?" He pulled out an erotic picture from his desk, "Remember when you, me, my wife, and your wife went to a romantic getaway to the mountains?"
"I never went to the mountains." The officer said, surprised.
"Oh shit!" Onishima quickly realized the younger officer wasn't there for that getaway and he quickly shoved the erotic picture back into his desk. He looked back up at the officer who looked like he was infuriated. "Uh, maybe we should ask the mayor if he has a copy instead of digging around in my cabinets."
* * *
Beat sat on the bench in the hallway, kicking his legs out from under him. Finally, he heard a fax machine start up and he heard footsteps coming from Onishima's office. The two officers walked over to the fax machine. Onishima snatched the paper from the fax and looked over it carefully. He smiled and walked over to Beat, "Well, we finally figured out what we have to do now. We need to get your ass to a judge. Where do we find one though?"
Beat groaned in annoyance as Onishima went to look for his address book.
* * *
Three hours later, Beat, Onishima, and the younger officer were standing in front of the Supreme Court; they were in awe of all its beauty. Breaking the silence, Onishima laughed out loud, "Who would've thought that a judge would be in a court? What a crazy world we live in, eh Beat?" Onishima dug his elbow in his side in a playful manner.
Beat looked up at him with a expression of disbelief, "Are you sure you're a cop?"
Not hearing a word of what Beat said, Onishima led the handcuffed juvenile up the marble steps of the Supreme Court. They pushed open the wide, wooden doors and steps inside. It was everything a government building was supposed to be; clean, historic, orderly, righteously massive and kick-ass.
Once the three were done admiring the structure, they went up to the counter to schedule a trial. The trio made the mistake of letting Onishima handle the situation. "Hello! We got ourselves a criminal and he needs to be put on trial."
The secretary looked at them over her spectacles that hung at the end of her long nose. Her long bony fingers reached for a packet and a pencil. She turned to Onishima and asked him what the name was in a slow croaky voice. Onishima simply replied, "Beat."
"That's his name?" The secretary asked.
"Yep!" Onishima said, a bright smile on his face.
"Doesn't he have a last name? A social security number? An address?"
"H-holy hell? Social security what?" Onishima said nervously, his smile disappearing.
"Are you kidding me?" Said the woman. "Didn't you debrief him?"
Onishima looked stunned and his fingers started to tremble, this lady was horrifying him. "B-but, I don't swing that way! I-I don't even know the kid!" Beat groaned and buried his face in his hands. "She means, didn't you do an interrogation on me," He said, irritably. "not butt-rape me."
"Oh!" Onishima said with relief, wiping sweat off his face with his right hand. "No. I suppose I didn't. Is that a problem?" He shrunk back as the old lady glared at him. She waved a bony finger at him, "Shame on you for calling yourself an officer! You are supposed to call his parents (or parent or guardian or guardians) do an ID check, then take him to court! What did he even do?" She said, sounding exasperated.
"He defaced public property." The younger officer added, trying to help the situation.
"You mean he just did graffiti?" The woman said, shocked.
"Yes." The officer said.
"And you brought him to the SUPREME Court? What the hell are you thinking!" She screeched.
"What was I supposed to do?" Whimpered Onishima.
The woman suddenly grew very patient and wrote down some directions on a memo pad. She tore it off and crumpled it into a little ball and tossed it to Onishima (who was very nervous at the time) and he dropped it. He blushed in embarrassment as he stooped to pick it up; he unraveled the paper and read it. "What is this? Directions? Where to?" Onishima asked. The woman leaned over and said, "Your 'criminal' is under eighteen and he hasn't committed a felony. Therefore, he goes to a Juvenile court. That's how to get there."
Onishima went wide-eyed. "JUVENILE Court? How many different courts are there?"
The woman sighed, "Just get your ass out of here. –You bother me."
* * *
The police car finally pulled out to a small area that was near a public park. The three stepped outside of the vehicle and looked at the small outlet that was known as the "Tokyo Juvenile Delinquent Center". They had finally arrived.
They stepped inside and quickly realized that it wasn't nearly as grandeur as the Supreme Court was. Nevertheless, it was still a decent courthouse, but it looked more like a small-time business office. There was a heavy stench of coffee in the air that made Beat a little sick to his stomach, but not so much to Onishima. (Since his teeth were stained pure yellow due to his cigarettes and coffee binges he was well use to the stench). It was also way too cold in that room and Beat shivered while the other officers were snug in their uniforms and trench coats.
They walked up to the secretary who merely sat there, filing her fingers. She sighed in boredom as Onishima and company walked to the front desk. Onishima cleared his throat to get her attention. She still sat there filing. Onishima did the same a little louder. She still sat there filing. Onishima sighed and reached into his holster, pulled out his pistol and fired into the ceiling directly above the secretary. The poor woman nearly jumped out of her skin, and also out of her chair. The dust and asbestos from the ceiling rained down into her eyes as she lay on the floor recovering from the shock. She quickly scrambled back up to the desk and looked at Onishima with the utmost hatred.
"Were here to schedule an appointment. Any times available?"
Author's note: As you probably know by now, I have no idea how the system really works, and what a police station really looks like. All I know about the police is everything I've seen on "Police Academy" and I guess that's enough for me. And I also have trouble keeping characters in their characters, but oh well. I really don't give a damn. This is a pretty stupid story in the first place. Peace out. -Gibson