05-22-2017, 03:25 PM
Officer Janie Phanili sat nervously in a swivel chair in the 34th Precinct Chief's office. Growing up as a kid in the fearsome 34th hadn't been easy, especially for the daughter of a couple seventh tier immigrants looking for a better life. While most of her peers had graduated to petty theft or dancing in the thousands of erotic clubs found in innumerable red light districts, she was among a revolutionary new wave in her generation that believed in building a better community free of crime and poverty.
She tossed back her long ebony black hair and glanced at the immaculately clean badge pinned to her chest. Taking a handkerchief from her pocket, she shined it again for good measure. She was proud to a fault of her recent graduation from the police academy and hoped to hide her trepidation in walking the beat for the first time. Today was the day she'd finally get a chance to prove to her parents that she could serve her community… that she could make a difference! First things first though... she needed a partner.
Sergeant John Estes, the “Mad Bull,” was legendary in the 34th. Growing up she had personally seen that hulk of a man beat a purse snatcher to death, and it had inspired her, shaped her… and no doubt affected her later choices in college boyfriends. She wanted him… as her first partner... because he was known to see all the action and get all the results. If she was going to learn how to clean up the streets and do her parents proud, she had to start with the best. The chief was hesitant at first to make the assignment, but in the end, her charms prevailed.
MAD BULL lumbered into the station, past the swinging doors of the watch commander’s desk, past the detective's bullpen, and towards the Chief's office. “Oh! Sleepy, hold on a sec,” the Chief's secretary called. The mousy older woman sprang up from her chair and clattered up to the bulging man-beast waiting outside her boss’s office. She spat into a little rag and started brushing at a fresh red stain on his collar.
“Good gracious, Sleepy! You gotta go easy on those ketchup covered hot dogs!” It seems like every time I see ya here, you're a mess!”
Sergeant Estes grinned at her innocently. “So what's the scoop on my new partner, Dolores. He a puff or a punter?”
“Why neither, Sleepy! She's a dame!”
He chortled as he walked into the Chief's office.
She tossed back her long ebony black hair and glanced at the immaculately clean badge pinned to her chest. Taking a handkerchief from her pocket, she shined it again for good measure. She was proud to a fault of her recent graduation from the police academy and hoped to hide her trepidation in walking the beat for the first time. Today was the day she'd finally get a chance to prove to her parents that she could serve her community… that she could make a difference! First things first though... she needed a partner.
Sergeant John Estes, the “Mad Bull,” was legendary in the 34th. Growing up she had personally seen that hulk of a man beat a purse snatcher to death, and it had inspired her, shaped her… and no doubt affected her later choices in college boyfriends. She wanted him… as her first partner... because he was known to see all the action and get all the results. If she was going to learn how to clean up the streets and do her parents proud, she had to start with the best. The chief was hesitant at first to make the assignment, but in the end, her charms prevailed.
MAD BULL lumbered into the station, past the swinging doors of the watch commander’s desk, past the detective's bullpen, and towards the Chief's office. “Oh! Sleepy, hold on a sec,” the Chief's secretary called. The mousy older woman sprang up from her chair and clattered up to the bulging man-beast waiting outside her boss’s office. She spat into a little rag and started brushing at a fresh red stain on his collar.
“Good gracious, Sleepy! You gotta go easy on those ketchup covered hot dogs!” It seems like every time I see ya here, you're a mess!”
Sergeant Estes grinned at her innocently. “So what's the scoop on my new partner, Dolores. He a puff or a punter?”
“Why neither, Sleepy! She's a dame!”
He chortled as he walked into the Chief's office.