Hunger

Chapter 1:2: Welcome to Rushford City - Introduction

My name is Officer Jacob Styles from Rushford Police Department. I had been patrolling the streets of Rushford for almost ten years. I am black - haired, blue - eyed, standing in at 5 feet and 7 inches and weighing in at 175 pounds. Of course, you can call me "The Straight Jacket", because I was always wearing my favorite dark, leather jacket during my duty. Unlike any other police officers, I was always late to report for duty and to attend in meetings. That is why; I usually kept my eye on the streets as my corporal punishment.

          The brochure was right. The city was truly peaceful. I was currently sitting in my car. While I was taking my coffee break for the next twelve hours, I could see that the streets were abundant with people - a lot of chatters, busy bees, weirdoes and children. I was very glad that after my twelve - hour duty, I had not received any intrusions or accident reports from the team. There was still another batch of the day, and I was looking forward that the brochure really said it all.

          I truly loved my work and I considered this as my life. It was just like I did not have a house anymore, for I stayed in this car, to drive around the city and to monitor everyone. This job was truly made for me. But before this whole thing had happened, my father used to tell me to enter the military class. It was truly a very overwhelming recommendation, but I rejected his offer. Instead, I joined the police force. My father used to be a veteran commander. He fought battles in Korea and Vietnam, and that molded him as one of the bravest men in the world.

". . . Unit 6, this is Alpha. Do you copy? Unit 6, this is Alpha. What is your status?” it was a voiceover on the radio. I checked it out.

". . . Alpha, this is Unit 6. I am along the corner of Hampshire and Redwood. Everything is in order", I responded.

". . . Copy that Unit 6. Say, have you passed your mealtime?” I know that voice. It is Bob from the RPD communications section.

". . . I am having my break now Bob. So, how are you with Jane?” I replied and asked.

". . . Very funny Jay. Jane is not here. She has been assigned at Rosenberg. I think she is having a hard day right now, like you."

". . . Rosenberg, huh? You mean the place built for big shots like you?"

". . . Ha ha! Very funny. After all, we are brothers in crime."

". . . Define what you said Mr. Big Shot. You left me here in nowhere."

". . . Hold on Mr. Nice Guy, I am on duty. Report anything what is wrong. Do you copy?"

". . . I read you Bob, loud and clear."

". . . Alright. I will talk to you later."

Bob seemed to be very busy, likewise. Break was over. I went back to work.