I was rushing to get this up, so I hope you enjoy it:-)
Chapter 2
The four men walked into the Chapel, Hanson running behind Fuller all but begging not to be the little brother. "Come on Cap…" Fuller turned around looking square into Tom's eyes.
"Hanson, perhaps you would like to spend the week on special assignment, you know, Judy is on vacation and the Mayor's office is in need of an "Officer Milk Carton" for a couple weeks." Ioki who was sitting at the desk next to Hanson and Fuller working on a report for his day at the local elementary school's drug seminar dipped his head behind his fingers laughing. Hanson furrowed his brow glaring downward at the Vietnamese man, then he popped his head back up smiling, looking his superior back in the eyes.
"So, am I a freshman or sophomore in high school, Sir?" Hanson mock saluted Captain Fuller as he sat down at the table in the middle of Jump Street Chapel.
"No need to aim that low, Junior is just fine. Booker and Penhall will be seniors."
"So who failed their senior year Cap'n?" Penhall inquired.
"Neither, you've heard of "Fraternal Twins" right?" Fuller laughed.
"Twins…" Booker pursed his lips and ran a hand through his charcoal hair then sat down on the banister next to the table.
There was a new face at the table. He was tall with dark hair with distinguishing grey lines peppering around his face. Dean's eye's were sea green and seemed to dance when he smiled. He was a nice looking man who appeared to be in his late fifties. The man was wearing blue jeans with a red blue flannel button down shirt over a white t-shirt. Fuller walked up to the man and smiled. "Dean Miller, it has been too long." Fuller and the stranger laughed and hugged clapping each other on the back. Dean shook his head agreeing with the other.
"Adam Fuller your too right." He smiled back.
Fuller then turned to his officers "Folks, this is Dean Miller; we graduated from the Academy together. He is the Chief of Police in the city of Waylon. In case you are wondering, he will be acting as sort of a guardian for you all. We thought that having you living in his house as his nephews would give you an easier time to work on this case. You are his sister's sons and she is very ill living in Alaska so she sent the three of you to him to care for until she gets well. This way you will be free to make calls and receive them from me."
"Fortunately, I didn't grow up in Waylon County so nobody will no the better about you boys." Dean stated as he clapped his hands together. "I am grateful that you're coming to help. I am at my whit's end watching the teens in my town crumble under all of the strain from this…" The man's voice trailed off as he looked down at the table. Fuller placed a hand on his friends shoulder as Dennis Booker looked up from where he was perched on the banister.
"Chief Miller, were going to figure out who is responsible for this and bring them in." Dennis sympathized.
Tom and Doug both looked at each other. They had never seen Dennis so empathetic towards the plight of another human being. It was so comforting to know that Dennis was human after all.
"Well, boys," Dean looked up from his momentary melt down to address his newest undercover officers. "I'll be leading the way back to Waylon. We're on some time constraints as I need to get back to the city. If you could, pack clothing that is not so… uh… urban?" He wrinkled his eyebrows as he looked at the streetwise undercover cops. "you know what, pack what you need and we will deal with this later. Let's meet back here in three hours… Oh, Tom Hanson, your joining the band, so bring your saxophone." He winked as Tom looked up.
"Band…" Tom ran his fingers thru his hair as he thought about the musical instrument he dearly loved to play when time permitted. "Crap…" Hanson blurted out.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked
"I need reeds." The younger man stated wrinkling his forehead.
Fuller laughed as he turned and walked into his office closing the door behind him.
Well, tell me what you think. This story is going to be fun to write:-)