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[sub]7:45am[/sub]

[i][color=#1888A6]This place is a shit hole, Spade.[/color][/i]

Levi glared at his phone as he sent the text message to his previous boss, who also happened to be one of his closest friends. He sat outside under the cover of his front porch in a rickety old wooden chair, hidden from the downpour. 

[i]It's only been three months! Give it time.[/i]

He rolled his eyes at the reply, taking a long drag out of the cigarette hanging from his mouth. Slowly he let out his breath and looked up from his phone, just barely able to see the surrounding mountains in the area due to the cloud coverage. The scenery was the only saving grace to this town and now he couldn't even see it. Great! 

[i][color=#1888A6]Feels like a goddamn eternity. You can't get me transferred somewhere else? ANYWHERE?[/color][/i]

Flicking his cigarette on the ground, he stomped it out with his boot and stared at his phone again, awaiting a reply. To his dismay, all he got was "READ" and silence. 

[sub]9:00am[/sub]

"Morning, Brooks."

Levi looked up from the paperwork that littered his cubicle desk, his icy blue eyes meeting the gaze of the local Sheriff in town; [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5321363]John Williams[/url]. The sheriff was a man who was far past his prime, though he had obviously seen much in his day. His left eye was damaged from some kind of altercation he had in the past, though Levi hadn't directly asked him about it yet. The towns folk seemed to like him well enough, but that was probably because he let most criminal offenses slide if you stayed on John's good side. Levi had been extremely unimpressed with him from the get-go. Unfortunately this man was who he reported to now, so he'd have to play nice if he wanted to keep a job. 

[color=#1888A6][b]"Mornin', sir."[/b][/color] He feigned a half hearted smile, hoping the old man would leave him to his paperwork instead of draw out another fifty minute conversation about the type of bird he had seen this morning. 

"Some weather out there, eh?"

Levi nodded, [color=#1888A6][b]"Mmhm... sure is"[/b][/color] This idle chatter felt like nails on a chalkboard. 

"I've got Jake out there manning the speed trap" He let out a chuckle, "Kid must be bored to death. No one would be speeding in this weather!"

Levi forced a "heh" and nodded, glancing out the window at the rain. [color=#1888A6][b]"I don't know, back in Denver people didn't seem to care if it was dangerous weather or n-"[/b][/color] Suddenly the sound of a police siren passing by the office cut him off, and Levi smirked and pointed towards the window, [color=#1888A6][b]"And, there it is. Sounds like he's not too bored."[/b][/color]

John shook his head and took a sip coffee from the mug he had been holding, turning his gaze toward the window as well. "People these days. Humph. Well, I ought to let you get back to it." The old man started walking towards the window, opting to watch the weather instead of go to his office. Levi watched him for a brief moment, taking note of the slight limp in his gait. [i]"He should've retired years ago..."[/i] He thought, shaking his head before turning his attention back to his paperwork. 

Most of the files were about domestic disputes, a majority of it nothing too serious but nonetheless had to be put into their filing system. Busy work was Levi's mortal enemy. For years he had gotten away from it, and now he felt as if he were right back at step one. It made him want to crawl right out of his skin... 

[color=#1888A6][b]"You know, I'm going to grab some breakfast. You want anything?"[/b][/color] He stood up from his desk, slamming a pen down into the mess. He was already completely over this day. The sheriff turned to him and smiled, "I'm fine, thank you. Take your time, I can't imagine things will be too busy today."

Levi practically ran out of the room, throwing on a coat and pulling the hood up over his mess of hair. While he sat in his truck, letting it warm up for a few minutes, he pulled out his phone and brought up Jake Matthew's number and sent him a quick text. 

[i][color=#1888A6]I'm grabbing breakfast at the Cosy Bear. You want anything?[/color][/i]

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