The Cameo
Constable Habib was making her merry way down one of the many lanes of the Tower Borough, Constable Goody nervously twitching at her side. The sun was warm, a rare enough occurrence in London and she was feeling in top form. Ready to beat back the patronising scum of society back into their man-caves with her feministic feminity. And seeing as this was a particularly seedy neighbourhood, she was feeling confident the chance would come pretty soon. Which didn't make Goody feel any better.
"Do you think Inspector Fowler would notice if we skipped this part of town?" he asked, eyes darting to and fro like a rabbit. "Oh come on, Goody!" Habib chastised, "We're police officers. The thin blue line. All that stands between society and anarchy. Or so Inspector Fowler says. And I really feel we ought to make an effort in these areas instead of wasting our time patrolling places where crime is virtually non existent. "
"Oh, I agree with you Habib... It's just... Couldn't we start somewhere a bit... "and he jumped to the side as a man in a smelly, probably flea ridden overcoat tramped past him," more... sanitarily inclined? "
"Oh come on Goody. Don't be such a wuss!"said Habib, quite exasperated with Goody's bellyaching "There's nothing to be... Ooof!". She'd run headlong into a little kid. Goody screamed and jumped. "Get off her, you... you little... You!"
"Oh, stow it Goody. It's just a kid" she said, looking down at the little 'un who seemed to be holding his head in a vice grip. "Are you alright there kiddo?" she asked. He didn't answer her, but just hunched down and kept squeezing his head. "Do you think he's got the plague or something?" And the kid collapsed.
A/N: This is just a short bridging chapter. The next one will be up tomorrow. Bonus points if you recognize the characters.
