Post by Douglas K. Forn III (m4nu3L) on Jun 6, 2009 19:02:21 GMT -5
The sun peeked over the city. A new dawn.
The sounds of rush hour was getting steady. Some office workers walked into one of the downtown financial district's white marble buildings. On the corner of one office building, a lone hot dog vendor prepared his food, while greeting the citizens. This wasn't his regular spot, but he knew it could lead to more customers.
After some time Anthony finished running some of the questions his friend told him would be on the CPF Recruitment exam. He was already sweating and nervous as hell. The people on the bus with him seemed a whole lot more calm. Which helped him ease down. Not enough though.
With his business attire almost drenched in sweat, Anthony stepped off the bus when it had come to it's stop. He walked to the corner of the building, and looked up. He took deep breath, and didn't take a step before someone called him out.
Excuse me, sir. Looks like you need something to loosen you up, the portly man selling hot dogs said to him.
Anthony thought about it, and he realized he did miss breakfast. His exam wouldn't start for another thirty minuets anyway. So he ordered a simple hot dog.
Name's Gordon. This ain't my usual place, but I see so many thin young ones, I figured this city needed me over here. He smiled.
I'm Anthony. He managed to say, before he took a mouthful. Savoring the hot dog, he heard what Gordon had to say.
I would of stayed in my own neck of the woods, but I don't have fear of this city like my friends do. Gordon absent-mindedly stirred the simmering wieners. They say that Callaghan is starting to get more forceful with it's ordinances. Which affects me a lot and where I can conduct my business. Scares the daylights out of some of my friends to see a group of police coming around.
Anthony took in these man's words, he did make a delicious hot dog. He didn't seem like the sketchy or deviant kind.
Maybe someday these white tombs will be pillars of hope. Gordon chuckles. Anthony looked into the simmering pot of wieners, failing to see what was so funny.
Anthony paid the man and headed toward the main door of the CPF.
Good luck. Enjoy the food, for a thought. He smiled.
Hours later, the exam over, Anthony now had to worry about whether he had passed the written exam. He took the elevator down, and first saw the bustle of police officers. He looked at large bulletin board.
He would be joining their ranks soon enough, may as well start acting like it. There was a picture of a eurasian woman with a peculiar tattoo under her eye. Another woman who apparently is related to the first. Along the mural of WANTED faces, was one face that did attract his attention. "Miggles" is his only known alias. But his picture, taken by HD security cameras, gave him a frightening realization.
It was Gordon.
The sounds of rush hour was getting steady. Some office workers walked into one of the downtown financial district's white marble buildings. On the corner of one office building, a lone hot dog vendor prepared his food, while greeting the citizens. This wasn't his regular spot, but he knew it could lead to more customers.
After some time Anthony finished running some of the questions his friend told him would be on the CPF Recruitment exam. He was already sweating and nervous as hell. The people on the bus with him seemed a whole lot more calm. Which helped him ease down. Not enough though.
With his business attire almost drenched in sweat, Anthony stepped off the bus when it had come to it's stop. He walked to the corner of the building, and looked up. He took deep breath, and didn't take a step before someone called him out.
Excuse me, sir. Looks like you need something to loosen you up, the portly man selling hot dogs said to him.
Anthony thought about it, and he realized he did miss breakfast. His exam wouldn't start for another thirty minuets anyway. So he ordered a simple hot dog.
Name's Gordon. This ain't my usual place, but I see so many thin young ones, I figured this city needed me over here. He smiled.
I'm Anthony. He managed to say, before he took a mouthful. Savoring the hot dog, he heard what Gordon had to say.
I would of stayed in my own neck of the woods, but I don't have fear of this city like my friends do. Gordon absent-mindedly stirred the simmering wieners. They say that Callaghan is starting to get more forceful with it's ordinances. Which affects me a lot and where I can conduct my business. Scares the daylights out of some of my friends to see a group of police coming around.
Anthony took in these man's words, he did make a delicious hot dog. He didn't seem like the sketchy or deviant kind.
Maybe someday these white tombs will be pillars of hope. Gordon chuckles. Anthony looked into the simmering pot of wieners, failing to see what was so funny.
Anthony paid the man and headed toward the main door of the CPF.
Good luck. Enjoy the food, for a thought. He smiled.
Hours later, the exam over, Anthony now had to worry about whether he had passed the written exam. He took the elevator down, and first saw the bustle of police officers. He looked at large bulletin board.
He would be joining their ranks soon enough, may as well start acting like it. There was a picture of a eurasian woman with a peculiar tattoo under her eye. Another woman who apparently is related to the first. Along the mural of WANTED faces, was one face that did attract his attention. "Miggles" is his only known alias. But his picture, taken by HD security cameras, gave him a frightening realization.
It was Gordon.