The Trials of Being Loved

Part 41 - It's Game Time, Polar Bear!

Things swung into motion smoothly, once the rumor began. The Desk Sergeant, through Duty Officer Job, turning in her resignation, listened to the details and a slow smile crept across his face. The simplicity of the plan was incredible. Whisper one tiny phrase into the biggest gossip in the station. It didn't matter if he was the Captain's man or not, being a gossip, the rumor would spread.

"I'm sorry to loose you, Officer Job." The Sarge sighed, tapping his fingers, holding the envelop. "But I am not turning this in yet to the Commander, although I will accept the last day." 

Job gave a small half bow. "I understand, Sir." Her eyes hardened, something the Sarge had hoped wouldn't have happened for years to come. "But you can't keep me from leaving."

With a neat heel toe, Job left the station to begin her patrol through the neighbourhood with her newly assigned partner, a senior with twenty years experience who had done his beat alone, unless training newbies. She was no longer a newb. Her teeth ground. 

By lunch, the rumor had become fact. The Captain had been called into the Commander's office to address it. The Commander had been called by not only the Mayor of Bangkok, but also the President of Thailand, wanting to know if it was true that the son of the Mafia Boss had been working for the police. 

The Captain was down on his knees, begging forgiveness to the Commander, when the Mafia boss stormed in, forgetting protocol, and began to kick his son. He had just learned how far his son abused his influence with the authorities. The Commander took one look at the Boss's face and sat back, allowing the henchmen to close the doors. 

He was a father first, not just the Bangkok Boss. "YOU WANTED ME OUT OF THE FAMILY BUSINESS? I'M GOING TO BECOME A FUCKING COP AND PUT YOU DOWN, SO YOU'LL BE SAFE?" The Father's foot came out and the captain started to turn from his begging at the loud voice. He pressed his foot on his butt, pinning him to the floor. "STAY DOWN, YOU RAT! DRUGS?? STEALING THEM FROM THE COPS YET? DID I TEACH YOU NOTHING?" 

His cane came out and whipped him along the side of his head, then down the side of his body in four short strokes, causing the man to whimper and cry out. "Obviously, I taught you nothing. You are scum. You're not family."

The Boss bowed to the Commander, low, from the hips. "Take out the trash. I had no knowledge until the rumor hit my ears. It took time to investigate." He bowed again, before he gave one last kick to the bloody mess on the floor.

Silently, the Mafia Boss, along with the two guards, walked through the precinct and out the door, ignoring the stares of the policemen. The Desk Sergeant gave a polite nod as they exited, and the second in command, returned it. 

Inside the Commander's Office, the Commander picked up the phone and dialed the Desk Sergeant. "Bring two of your officers and the evidence you've collected." 

The Captain whimpered in pain, curling up in a ball. He knew he was screwed.

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The Doctor called Ms. Tam, worried. "The patient need another 24 hours in the coma but he is very restless. He's moving way too much, more than he should be. If this keeps up, he could develop sepsis in the internal organs."

"Sepsis? An infection?" Ms. Tam questioned. "How?" 

"If one of the tears in the intestines start to leak, or the puncture in the lung hasn't healed enough..." The Doctor's voice faded, then began to get a bit stronger. "Listen, I'm not trying to scare you, but we can't give him any more medications. An induced coma is the best chance he has for stability but if he won't rest easily, then there has to be something the patient needs. Do you know what it is?"