Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

Detective Adair was a perfectionist, from the age of 17 when he realized what he wanted to do, he committed every waking moment of every day to achieving his goal. It had been a sunny June day, where the temperature was just right- when he'd witnessed the crime that changed his life. He didn't realize at the time it would change his life, it seemed like such a minor event. He had been walking home on the last day of his schooling, when he saw a few of his fellow grads drive by. They drove past him, and one leaned out of the window- with a paintball gun. The car stopped and the young man took aim at a beautiful Ferrari, in the nearby driveway. The paintballs flew out of the gun and smashed against the windshield and hood of the car, spewing paint all over the expensive vehicle and cracking the windshield. A man with graying hair, who looked in his 40s came running out and screaming at the hooligans in the car. Who simply drove off, laughing, hooting and hollering as they sped down the street. A graduation prank, pulled by people who still had the rest of their lives in front of them. Three days later, two of them were found shot dead by the owner of the car, a child was clipped by a stray bullet in the shooting and hospitalized. The man in his 40s was promptly arrested, and half a year later, found guilty of the murders, sentenced to life in prison. Three lives were ended by the prank, and countless others were forever affected by it. The child, traumatized, the parents, put through so much unnecessary sorrow. The families of the graduates, having their boys ripped away. It was the week after the trial when Patrick had been reading the paper, and an article on the murders. It was an interview with the murderer, in each sentence, he couldn't stop apologizing for what he'd done. His final sentences were as follows, 'I look back and still can't believe I did what I did, but when I phoned the cops to report the vandalism, it took them a few frustrating days to come by. And when they did, I gave them the license plate of the car that the boys were driving in and everything, and they said they couldn't do anything about it. They were simply too busy- I couldn't believe it! I'd given them everything they'd needed to catch and properly punish the kids... and they were too busy! I suppose that's when I lost it, there is no excuse what I did, but I couldn't believe they were simply going to let these kids walk.' It was in that moment, 6 months after the crime, a confused and lost 18 year old found a purpose, so much tragedy, pain, and death that could've been averted if only there was a police officer there to do the job. He knew what he wanted to do then, he knew what he needed to do then. He had found his calling, and every day after that, he began to go to the gym and train. He studied law once again, as well as anything else that could've come in handy. Apparently, he was a good actor, as after he made the academy he was quickly assigned to train for undercover work. And now, here he was, other cops had done the job of finding him the target. He didn't know how they had managed to track this thief down, but they had, and now it was placed in his lap to finish the job. She had been spotted on the museum security cameras, and he saw the way she eyed the box. He studied every tape from every camera in the evenings, over and over again, until he learned who she was and what she wanted. He'd stayed in close contact with the museum the entire time, they only knew him as Johnny Holland, but they knew he was working on catching a thief. They gave him access to anything, and told him if he thought they were going to be robbed- he could do whatever was necessary to take the thief down. He was looking up to the sky when he heard it, the 'clink' sound of metal upon metal. He had not seen anything, but he had definitely heard the noise. He stood up, slowly, and surreptitiously made his way towards the alley behind the building where the noise had come from. He crept into the alley, and nearly missed her shadow crawling up the side of the building when he blinked. She was a good sleuth, but he was a better snoop. He quietly stepped around the building to the front entrance, which was oddly abandoned. He ignored it for now, maybe there had been a discrepancy in the building, it was normally closed at this time. However, the museum had explained to him that even when the hours were over, they kept their doors over, for possible professors and other high-end types to come in and either inspect what they had, or do business to add new artifacts to the place. He made his way to the staircase, and began to climb up the steps, anxiously awaiting his soon to be confrontation with the thief.