Conditional

Prologue: Somthing About Old Dogs

Knock Knock

A man in a white doctor's coat opens the door and walks into the room.

"So Mr. Kizo, what brings you in today?"

"Just Andrew is fine." Andrew Kizo, 6th Generation Human, and locally well known detective. He wore a pair of faded blue jeans and a grey button up that looked like it was put on in a rush. Now there's a saying that's popular in the police force "If anyone can shoot them it's Kizo, and if anyone can arrest them it's Bosch." But that sentiment is usually followed with remarks about trying to get Andrew up from bed. This leads us to after few nights ago, Andrew was out doing what he does best on his Forty Eighth Birthday, drinking.

Yesterday Morning....

Beep Beep Beep Beep. Andrew reached over from his bed and hit the snooze button on his digital alarm clock.

"What happened last night?" Andrew groaned while rubbing his head, hoping for a quick recovery from his hangover.

Andrew rolls over to find a semi attractive woman in his bed. He couldn't remember her or what happened last night, but he knew that the lack of clothes was probably a clue to piece it all together. Andrew rolled out of the bed, struggling to slip on a pair of old jeans while walking into his kitchen.

"Let's see...."

Andrew grabbed the remote to his tv, pressing the power button and grabbing a dirty mug from his table. He moved over to the sink and coffee maker, rinsing out his cup so he could use it again as the daily news report came onto the tv.

"This just in, tensions rise in the west as a new refugee camp containing Conditionals was found last night."

The sound of footsteps enters the kitchen followed by the same semi attractive woman this time covered by a shirt.

"I wish I had powers like them." She whispered as she wrapped her arms around Andrew slowly moving them lower before he caught her hands near his waist.

"Not in the mood lady." Andrew pushed her arms off his body, while grabbing his mug of coffee.

"Fine, I'm not interested in some old guy who has trouble getting it up anyway." The woman moved back to the room.

Andrew slowly took a sip of his coffee, he closed his eyes finally starting to wake up as the door to his house opened and closed.

"Sigh" An audible sigh as Andrew fell into his rust bucket of a car, starting it up and hoping it actually worked. After it started and Andrew breathed a sigh of relief, he drove himself to work.

The town of Mountbleek sat in an inclined forest, it saw a numerous amount of construction throughout the years since its creation. Mountbleek was a Conditional Prohibited Settlement, and to enforce the prohibition they hired Detectives. Contrary to what you might be thinking, these Detectives were more like cops that specialized in Conditional Crime. This brings us to the Mountbleek Detective Offices where a bust on a nearby Conditional Camp is about to occur...

"Glad to see you finally make it in Andrew." The man with the remark was Sammy Bosch, he wore what the younger kids would call hip such as a button down shirt and blazer with freshly bought jeans, it helped that he was much younger than Andrew but just as skilled.

"He's in everyday 20 minutes late, guess old dogs can't learn new tricks." This man's name is Alexander Stimm, he is the fifth ranked detective in the town and he was notorious for not caring about the dress code, sometimes just showing up in only jeans.

"Har Har, very funny. Hey Rico, give me a status update." Andrew walked over to his desk, it was plain and simple with a plaque that said Squad Leader sitting on it.

"Erm yes sir. You got an email to check out that abandoned construction site near 87th and Fiedland." Rico was a smaller nerdish teen whose mom probably picked out his clothes they hired for a part time position.

"Thank you Rico, at least someone is useful." Andrew grabbed his gun sliding it into his holster on his hip, while he walked to the door.

"Let me go with you." Sammy stood up.

"No thanks. Wouldn't want to make you 20 minutes late." Andrew opened and closed the door.

"Aw don't do that Andrew!"

Andrew drove over to the construction site, scoffing at all the political signs on the way over.

As he parked his car across the street, memories from a few years ago flooded his mind. He heard a baby crying as he rushed up the stairs of a hospital in his mind. His daughter had just been born, that day he had found a new reason to live and the day after it would be taken from him...

Andrew hit a piece of construction equipment to wake himself up, realizing the crying was coming from the construction site. He slowly crept towards a small tent in the rubble pulling out the gun from his hip.

"I'm coming in"

Andrew opened the tent to find an exhausted mother and her child, he knelt down to look at the mother.

"Please....help my daughter." The mother with the last of her strength grabbed Andrew's arm. It reminded him of a few years ago.

He had a tough time starting his car in a thunderstorm so he hopped out.

"Someone please! Help my daughter and wife!! Anyone please!!!"

No one stopped to help him as he lost his reason for living. He fell to his knees in the storm, as the rain became indistinguishable from his tears. So in the present he picked up the baby as he looked at a note left by its mother. Please take my daughter across the country to a conditional settlement, please save my world.

Thus starting this old dogs new journey, one in which he might learn some new tricks.