Thread: Bound for Trouble {Darkest Nightmare & The Supple Nail}

Trooper Everett Daniels pulled his cruiser over with a little sigh. He always got the shitty calls and a vehicle in distress was about as boring as you could draw. Up ahead of him, half-pulled onto the small shoulder of the narrow country lane, was an old, beat up pickup truck. The call had come in from dispatch thirty minutes ago that someone had reported the vehicle, with a woman inside, apparently broken down in what was essentially the middle of nowhere. A rural county to begin with, this particular road was a dozen miles from the nearest town and had nothing but dense trees and some abandoned farms on it. With no cell reception, the driver was lucky she'd been spotted at all and might have faced a long night in the car by herself. The mid-afternoon sun was very bright and Everett pulled on a pair of dark sunglasses, hiding his blue eyes. Leaving his air conditioned car was not going to be fun on a hot summer day like today, the baking asphalt of the road was sending up visible waves of rippling heat that made it hazy just to look at. He glanced in the mirror at his short cropped, slightly curly brown hair to make sure it was in order. The face that stared back at him was handsome, with high cheekbones and eyes that tended to smolder under his deep eyebrows, but almost boyish still despite Everett just turning thirty this year. He kept a short, stubbly beard to make him look a little older, though his superiors frowned on it. Mustaches were encouraged, beards acceptable, but try and have something a little more sexy, like stubble, and you get snickering comments non-stop. Fucking cops, so Goddamn conformist. With another sigh, Everett exited his cruiser into the sweltering, humid air, and began to walk towards the pickup truck. A tall, fit man, he worked out habitually and his toned muscles were easily visible in the short sleeved uniform shirt he wore during the summer. Despite this being a routine vehicle assistance call, Everett felt his adrenaline rising and his hand rested on his pistol as was protocol for advancing on an unknown car. You never could tell what might happen, and he'd had plenty of colleagues that were shot during what appeared to be routine stops. Especially out here, with all the inbred, redneck, country boy fuckwads, this 'woman' could be a long-haired meth freak in withdrawal. The window was open due to the heat and Everett approached it cautiously, giving the door wide berth. Once he saw that it was, indeed, a woman, and a pretty one at that, he relaxed visibly. The dark sunglasses proved helpful as he let his eyes travel down the girl's figure while he approached the door. He placed his hands on the hot metal of the window frame and, leaning in slightly, flashed the woman a big smile and gave her a pleasant nod. Afternoon Ma'am, Everett said, glancing around the inside of her car out of habit to look for guns, drugs, or anything else suspicious. Having some car problems, I assume? We got a call in from a trucker over CB, he didn't stop but thought that the scenery out here wasn't pretty enough for someone to pull over and enjoy it. I'm Officer Daniels, but you can call me Everett, if you like.