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[OTC] Manipulation
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jondycat used with permission from her mun who made a request for Interrogator!Flack. Never written Jondy before, so any OOC-ness? Totally all on me. Also, just for shits and giggles, as oppose to putting Jondy into the CSI:NYverse, we’re putting Flack into the Dark Angel one instead. Therefore, not binding on any particular verse, and also, any butchering of the Dark Angel canon? Totally my fault.]
Sector police was a joke.
Eighty-five percent of the guys involved were on the take and of the fifteen percent that weren’t, about five wound up dead within their first five years, and the other ten were too overzealous to be on the job, but apparently you had to work with what you had. Post-Pulse New York City wasn’t exactly the best city to be a cop in, especially if you tended to be a bit more old school than the new guys coming in. And when he said old school, he meant that he still was concerned with the matters of the law, rather than who was putting money in his pocket. Considering that the State of New York was the one putting money there rather than the leader of the nearest crime syndicate, it sort of worked that he cared more about the law.
Didn’t mean he always agreed with the law, but that was a whole other story.
Regardless, they’d made it pretty clear that he’d hit the glass ceiling at detective sergeant when he refused to go on the take to get a better position, but he didn’t really care. At least he had a steady form of employment that wasn’t, for the most part, illegal, which was more than he could say for most of the people out there. Most of the people who reported to him were good kids on top of that. Twenty three years on the force, and for the world they were living in, it wasn’t that bad. He had a mostly clean unit, who were pretty active in keeping themselves mostly clean, and in this day and age, that was a rare thing to find.
He was going over a report with one of his detectives, when he saw the man’s eyes widen slightly, and he gave him a nudge. “Hey, Sarge—?”
( *** )
2025 words
jondycat used with permission from her mun who made a request for Interrogator!Flack. Never written Jondy before, so any OOC-ness? Totally all on me. Also, just for shits and giggles, as oppose to putting Jondy into the CSI:NYverse, we’re putting Flack into the Dark Angel one instead. Therefore, not binding on any particular verse, and also, any butchering of the Dark Angel canon? Totally my fault.]Sector police was a joke.
Eighty-five percent of the guys involved were on the take and of the fifteen percent that weren’t, about five wound up dead within their first five years, and the other ten were too overzealous to be on the job, but apparently you had to work with what you had. Post-Pulse New York City wasn’t exactly the best city to be a cop in, especially if you tended to be a bit more old school than the new guys coming in. And when he said old school, he meant that he still was concerned with the matters of the law, rather than who was putting money in his pocket. Considering that the State of New York was the one putting money there rather than the leader of the nearest crime syndicate, it sort of worked that he cared more about the law.
Didn’t mean he always agreed with the law, but that was a whole other story.
Regardless, they’d made it pretty clear that he’d hit the glass ceiling at detective sergeant when he refused to go on the take to get a better position, but he didn’t really care. At least he had a steady form of employment that wasn’t, for the most part, illegal, which was more than he could say for most of the people out there. Most of the people who reported to him were good kids on top of that. Twenty three years on the force, and for the world they were living in, it wasn’t that bad. He had a mostly clean unit, who were pretty active in keeping themselves mostly clean, and in this day and age, that was a rare thing to find.
He was going over a report with one of his detectives, when he saw the man’s eyes widen slightly, and he gave him a nudge. “Hey, Sarge—?”
( *** )
2025 words
