The Night Before…
Most people’s ideal night is something along the lines of spending it with someone, going out to a movie, or maybe a well cooked meal at a fine restaurant. Michael’s ideal night was none of these things, some would consider the farthest from it.
The HQ can get kind of dark at night, not many people around considering most people have a life outside of the office, but there was always at least one light on in HQ, a lamplight setting on top of the desk of Detective Michael Whitaker. A man who had spent countless hours at night until dawn working, he had the usual shift as the others, but for some reason he always found himself at his desk until at least 4 AM. Actually most nights he found himself waking up to drool all over his desk, and some officers even questioned him as to why he had an apartment. To top it all off, the custodians began cleaning around his work station after he woke up, and left in the morning. This routine had to be his ideal way of spending his nights right? Why else do it?
This night was no different, than the others. Michael Whitaker was stationed at his desk typing up some report about a series of convenient store owners reporting meeting a person behind their store, watching the person transform into a copy of them, knock them out, and rob the store without any problems. Whitaker questioned each of owners about the shapeshifter, any distinct qualities, but to no prevail, the robber was actually quite smart, each owner described a different person completely. One said a tall brunette man, another a chubby dark-skinned female. Michael had written every detail from the interviews, hoping there was any correlation, and there was only one. The robber wore a leather black bracelet with two fake diamonds.
Michael continued writing everything he had on the case, and double checked each page a dozen times, until he slowly drifted off to sleep, and the drool began to pour over some of his desk.
The Day of the Meeting…
Michael awoke to the sound of a custodian cleaning around his work desk, he greeted him with a small smile before yawning quite loudly. He smacked his lips quite a bit, before checking his watch.
“Shit!” He screamed as he grabbed his coat from the back of his chair. He began running out the door continuously screaming that same word.
A couple hours later, Detective Whitaker came rushing in, before stopping in the middle of the station to get a breathe. His breathing was so erratic, you would think he was going to pass out right there. Michael was actually well-dressed at least for him, he wanted to impress the new captain since this was going to be the first time to actually meet him. Hopefully Michael could make a good first impression, and the Captain would notice that he had put in some effort by his clothes, and not the bags under his eyes.
Michael checked his watch again one last time, “...f@*k, I’m late...I missed the meeting…” Michael began to slowly walk to the Captain’s office knowing he had to meet him, and see what he missed.
*Knock Knock*
Michael opened the door to the office, “Hello Captain.” @lance_west:
Log in to comment