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Reviewing arrest reports always such a joyful way to start off the day. This report has a little bit of everything in it all wrapped up with a nice shining bow on it. Two groups of "subversives" arrested for breaking into a party for the Westlake's causing mayhem, assaulting several officers on the scene, and stealing. What was it all about? Survival they were trying to feed their family. What they stole were scraps off of the plates and left overs in the kitchen which would've fed their families for a week. In the past I would've been one of the first ones to congratulate my fellow law officers, but now it makes me want to vomit. Worse is seeing the footage on the news this morning how these "terrorists" are being vilified in the media, and how the Westlakes are being viewed as the victims. This world has truly descended to a level of Hell no human being could've ever imagined.

Just then I hear a knock at my door as I sit at my desk nursing a cup of coffee. I say, [B]"It's open come in."[/B] The door opens I look up and see my father Jason standing there and he asks, "Am I bothering you?"

I reply, [B]"No not at all come on dad have a seat."[/B] I ask, [B]"Can I get you a cup of coffee?" [/B]

Dad replies, "No don't have a lot of time I just thought I would come and see you for a few minutes. I got a doctor's appointment in about an hour." My dad looks around and says "Nice office how does it feel to a Prefect? Not on the streets all the time, reviewing the work of others, lecturing at the academy twice a month, being able to come and go as you wish."

I smile and shake my head as I say, [B]"Dad this is only my second day as a Prefect. At least give me a month to get things figured out on my own and I'll let you know. Besides the paperwork is already making me nostalgic for wading in the mud and sewers chasing suspected subversives. Besides it's a title that carries a lot more weight to it like having to wear a bulletproof vest almost all the time, because someone might take a shot at you when you least expect it."[/B]

My dad smiles and chuckles a bit. He looks at me for a moment and says, "I am so proud of you son. You have gone to heights that your grandfather and I could've never dreamed of. You're a fine officer and an even better son. I know i was hard on you when you were growing up, but I hope now you see that it was worth it."

I reply, [B]"Well it wasn't always a day at the beach, but you instilled in me a drive to do what was right and a strong work ethic. For those two things I thank you. They brought me to this point and I am proud of that."[/B]

Dad nods and says, "Excellent son. Well I gotta get going." He stands up and smiles at me saying, "Keep the peace son and know that we're proud of you."

I stand up and say, [B]"Thanks for stopping by dad. Let me know what the doc says."[/B]

Dad replies, "Will do son take care."

My dad leaves and I sit back down and reflect on what he said, He's taking some of the credit for my success and to a point he's justified, but some of his methods in drilling discipline and "work ethic" as he calls it; they leave a lot to be desired. Not to mention if he knew what I was planning there's no doubt he would turn me in. I rub the inside of my bulletproof vest and feel the outline of a file folder. I redesigned my vest so it has a false compartment for smuggling folders and certain other items out of the station. As a Prefect I have certain privileges and rarely am I ever questioned. This folder is a show of trust for a meeting later tonight. Hope I know what I'm doing....