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the Pauls.
The New Guy
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Sir?”
“You had excellent marks at Depot. Your year in Vancouver was unremarkable,
but there aren’t any catastrophes listed here. Why on Earth would you
transfer to Chicago?”
“My superior thought diplomatic service would suit me, sir… um ma’am.”
“Sir will be fine. Very well, see Constable Fraser for the duty roster.”
“Yes, sir.”
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“Constable Beeks? I’m Constable Fraser. It’s good to meet you.
Let’s see. This afternoon Constable Turnbull and I will be going over
this past week’s 22c-11bs. You can assist with that and learn some
of the basics.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you have any questions?”
“Well I did find something odd, sir.”
“Yes?”
“The Inspector wanted to know what was wrong with me. Apparently, she
thought I must have done something awful to end up here. Why is that?”
“Ah… well this is an out of the way place for an RCMP officer. Most
young officers not long out of the depot, such as yourself, would want to
be in a position where they would make a difference.”
“Don’t we do that here, sir?”
“Well, yes, yes, of course. In fact, just the other day I was….
Well that’s hardly relevant, Dad.”
“Sir?”
“No, I don’t! That’s ludicrous!”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Times have changed. You’ll just have to get used to that.”
“Um, sir?”
“Hm? Oh, yes, Constable? Did you have any other questions?”
“No, sir. I think you’ve answered all I needed to know.”
“Ah, very good. Go and see if Constable Turnbull needs any assistance.”
“Yes, sir.”
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“So you’re from Vancouver? It really is lovely there. Tell me,
do you enjoy curling?”
“Curling? I’ve never really watched it, no.”
“Constable Beeks I’m shocked! A good Canadian like yourself ignorant
of one of our most sacred past times!”
“I’d hardly call it sacred, but….”
“No, no! I won’t hear of it in front of the Queen!”
“It’s just a picture.”
“It’s the principle! I’ll just have to explain the nuances of the sport
in detail so that you’ll be able to appreciate it.”
“That… that’s not really necessary.”
“Oh, I think it is!”
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“So you must be the new guy. I’m Ray Vecchio. I work with Frase
down at the 2-7.”
“…..”
“You from them Northern Areas too?
“…..”
“Anyway, how do you like Chicago?”
“…..”
“Right. So, what did you do to piss off the Ice Queen to get stuck
out here?”
“…..”
“Geez, why do I bother?”
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“What are you doing in my precinct?”
“Are you Leftenant Welsh? The Inspector wanted me to deliver this to
you.”
“Great you’ve delivered it. Now get out of here before something crazy
happens.”
“Crazy, sir?”
“Widows, orphans, performance arsonists, exploding cars, runaway trains,
wolves! One of you around here is bad enough! Now, please, just
go.”
“Yes, sir.”
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*stare*
“Please, Diefenbaker, just eat it. Constable Fraser said it was good
for you. He’d be here to give it to himself, but there was some trouble
at the police station.”
*whine*
“If he needed your assistance I’m sure he would have…. Oh dear lord,
now I’m talking to the wolf.”
*woof*
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“Hello. Can I help you?”
“Yes, I’m supposed to drop this off for Constable Fraser. I was hoping
to avoid Leftenant Welsh. He wasn’t happy to see me last time.”
“You work with Fraser? I’m Francesca Vecchio, perhaps he’s mentioned me.”
“Um, no. Vecchio? Are you related to Detective Vecchio?”
“Yeah he’s my brother, but enough about him. Are you married?”
“No.”
“Oh that’s a shame. A strong, handsome, man like yourself all alone.”
“I… really have to be getting back to the Consulate. It was nice meeting
you.”
“Really?”
“Uh… goodbye!”
“Wait! What’s your name? Oh shoot!”
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“Hey how ya doing?”
“Um, I don’t believe anyone here at the Consulate ordered a pizza.”
“I’m looking for Ray.”
“Vecchio?”
“Uh, yeah, okay.”
“I don’t think the Detective or Constable Fraser is here right now.”
“Oh, well if you see him, tell him that Sandor said Big Joey was moving on
the Southside.”
“Big Joey, Southside, got it.”
“Great. That’ll be $12.50.”
“But I didn’t order a pizza.”
“$12.50. Big Joey, Southside, equals $12.50.”
“But I didn’t…”
“If I don’t bring back $12.50, Tony’s gonna smack me. And don’t try
to give me any of that funny colored money either.”
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“Constable Beeks, this is a transfer request.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’ve only been here two weeks.”
“Yes, sir. I think perhaps my former superior was wrong about me being
cut out for diplomatic service, ma’am, uh, sir.”
“That’s a shame. Perhaps we could discuss it over dinner?”
“If it’s all the same to you, sir, I’d really just rather go home.”
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