Soul Ties

Chapter 4 {Book Of Roman}

Proverbs 29:22

"A man of wrath stirs up strife, and one given to anger causes much transgression."

Roman Miller
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Tough days.. its what excites me, some may think im crazy and maybe they are right. Its something about a 911 dispatch call,

the music of the sirens, the sharp smell of black coffee, the look of prisoners entering and hearing their stories that gets my blood pumping, can you blame me? I walk into the communications room with my hands stuck into the pockets of my heavy uniform bottoms,

The view of the large bright screens in contrast with the almost pitch dark room is a view i can never get tired of, A few communications officers sit on their high chairs as they look ahead awaiting any emergency and giving out instruction.

Their headsets and keyboards never quit going, You can almost taste the tension in the air as they await chaos, beautiful..

"Mornin' Officers..." I say in my usual commanding tone, their heads shoot towards me for a second as they greet me,

"Good Morning, Chief Miller." They reply in unison like robots as their faces stay glued to the screens, just how i like it..

"I will be occupied in unit 5 today ,10-8 solo, no training." I command making them nod at me. Some things about being an officer that make it come alive.

Learning all of the crappy codes, 10-8 meaning im in service for today, there's nothing better than getting your hands dirty with your squad, especially since im working patrol today. God is good.

One of the officers puts a finger to my face as her other hand holds onto the speaker of her headset,

"911, what's your emergency?" I take a step back and observe what is cooked up for today,

"Okay....Okay...What's your address ma'am?" She says while rolling her eyes yet keeping the same tone, professional yet savage, Just like i raised 'em.

She put 2 fingers up followed by one finger and 3 fingers.. 2.1.3, its private code for Karen. Me and my communication officers have made up our own private code ever since pops was in charge,

he would hate when we would identify the racists karens and ken's mainly because it was a distraction he said, so we came up with our own little sign language that only we can crack...

I replied with 4 fingers, 2 finger then 5 fingers.. 4.2.5 private code for talk her down so we don't have to go there and put up with her racist nonsense..

The officer let out a slight smirk before continuing the conversation and trying to talk her down. I walk out of the room and continue my daily routine at the department.

The loud mumbles and grumbles of officers in the briefing room excites me for the day ahead of me, i take a turn in the corner and walk into the room. Its filled with a few rectangular long tables beside one another leaving gaps for the chairs that are occupied by tired officers,

The police department is always filled with screens everywhere whether thats to check security camera's, to communicate with dispatchers or in this case to present cases to one another.

There are a few white boards around the room with blue markings of previous plans and a wanted board with pictures of the criminals we are yet to find, But its the black sharp pins that cling them to the board that really bring it all together.