Post by Ezekiel Child on Jul 29, 2018 11:31:21 GMT -6
Looking over the roster of former detectives no longer in the department it was a enough to make a sane man loose hope. Conners, Mayhew, Wolfbaen, Takanashita, Cord, Crusinski, Warshol, and countless others. All chewed up and spit out by the sheer inundation of the Preternatural in the city. It was hard for anyone with any glimmer of understanding to not run afoul of some one either infected, vampiric, witch, or fae related. The boys and girls in blue for the most part using an outdated modality of thinking separate isolate and lack of involvement with heightened surveillance. Itw as enough to burn even the brightest flames to nothing.
He however had a different tact. Do what was right even if it wasn’t specifically legal. To that end his time working with J3 and his on again off again with Detective Haze was the stuff of lightening in a bottle. He’d managed to unearth the remnants of the Haitian mob who were using magics and worse. He had broken a cabal of witches who were siphoning magic to their own ends. He even found the whispers of the Witches of the Mountain who had a foothold here in the city. It was enough to if he had been in any other unit grease his path to a captainship. In RPIT it meant he had a chance to leave the unit.
Sitting looking at the form letter that had crossed many desks before making it to his. A lateral shift that could place him in either RoHo or Intelligence. Neither was a true fit for him. He was strangely at home here in RPIT after all his time bucking the system doing the ‘right’ Thing it was only here in the asshole of the longarm of the law where he was actually able to effect some real true good. Balling up the letter he tossed it in the trash and dialed Haze. There was a group of lycanthropes at the airport helping contraband slip through customs. It was strange as far as dates went but he knew she understood him. And he didn’t trust anyone else at his back.
He however had a different tact. Do what was right even if it wasn’t specifically legal. To that end his time working with J3 and his on again off again with Detective Haze was the stuff of lightening in a bottle. He’d managed to unearth the remnants of the Haitian mob who were using magics and worse. He had broken a cabal of witches who were siphoning magic to their own ends. He even found the whispers of the Witches of the Mountain who had a foothold here in the city. It was enough to if he had been in any other unit grease his path to a captainship. In RPIT it meant he had a chance to leave the unit.
Sitting looking at the form letter that had crossed many desks before making it to his. A lateral shift that could place him in either RoHo or Intelligence. Neither was a true fit for him. He was strangely at home here in RPIT after all his time bucking the system doing the ‘right’ Thing it was only here in the asshole of the longarm of the law where he was actually able to effect some real true good. Balling up the letter he tossed it in the trash and dialed Haze. There was a group of lycanthropes at the airport helping contraband slip through customs. It was strange as far as dates went but he knew she understood him. And he didn’t trust anyone else at his back.
