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Officer Tim Walanski slowed the car, circling the
little dirt turnaround as he held his breath, horrified at the damage the dirt
road could be doing to his new
Plymouth cruiser. He crashed through deep holes and bounced over
huge, bolder-sized rocks. His boxes of sex videos were bouncing all over the
place. He was following a pair of dirt wheel
tracks which crested a deserted hilltop next to a large housing
area. The cruiser scraped through the dry, lifeless bushes as
they scraped down the sides of the cruiser, clutching at the only
signs of life in their dry, barren existence as if desperately
seeking escape.
Officer Tim was not simply out
sightseeing, he was Code-5, on assignment. A series of
burglaries had taken place in the nearby housing area, and he was
there on stakeout. They had stolen thousands of dollars of hardcore sex videos.
And people wanted their videos back. Hey, it was a great addition to the sex
lives. He believed it was a token gesture to please
the civilians. Burglary stakeout had a 100 to 1 shot of ever
succeeding. The prowler had a million places to rob, but a cop
could only watch one. A famous park burglar had gone nearly ten
years before he was finally caught, and the authorities had
staked out nearly every park on Earth.
Normally, such attention would not be
given to a simple string of burglaries, except for the fact that
his captain lived in the complex, and these were some really high quality sex
videos, and the residents were
screaming for justice. Tim was there to provide it. Tim would
rather be out on the highways, cruising along and enjoying the
scenery, but Tim was a rookie and Tim did what he was told.
Tim was mad, and Tim was bored, but Tim
liked being employed. He did not join the force to sit amid a
jungle of tumble weeds and sage brush. He wanted action, high
speed pursuits, take-downs, and investigations. But, he wouldn't mind being at
home watching sex videos, either.
"This sucks," Tim said as he turned off
his engine. He sat there in silence, listening to the click of
cooling metal, checking out his surroundings. They too sucked.
He could see that a thousand teenagers had used the area to get
high, get drunk, or get fucked. The area was littered with
paper, bottles, and condoms, and sex magazines. It was dirty and dusty, and it
stank.
"This sucks," he said again. He opened
his thermos of coffee and poured the metal cup half full. He
watched the condensation from the stopper drip on his pants,
while he replaced the stopper and sipped his coffee. His shift
had started at 5:00 o'clock pm. It was now 6:20 pm. He had to
sit out in the sagebrush for at least five more hours, before he
could head back to the station. Man, what he wouldn't give to be able to watch
sex videos in his cruiser.
"Fucking shit," he whispered, while
digging an apple out of his briefcase. He punched up the latest
info on his computer screen. Nothing had changed, the same
perpetrators were being sought throughout the state, and his own
burglaries simply ready "Under Investigation". Yeah, he knew
about their investigation. He WAS their investigation, he
thought as he bit into the apple. At least he wasn't busted trying to download
sex movies like his buddies were.
Tim suddenly remembered the large black
plastic case he had been given. It came under the heading of
special ops equipment. He slid the cup up on the dash, clamped
the apple in his teeth and turned to pull the case out of the
back seat. He turned the case so it faced him and opened it.
He had been in the Army for several
years, and even though he had never used them, he recognized the
night scope gleaming in the case before him. The black foam
rubber in the case still smelled new. He pried the night vision
scope out and turned it in wonder. Technically, it was day/night
vision monoculars, he observed as he pulled the user's guide from
the case. It had it's own 9 volt infrared light source and a
simple on/off lever. It was idiot proof.
"Fucking A," he said, taking the scope
out and looking at it in wonder. He knew it was expensive, up to
a thousand dollars, the last time he'd checked. He held it up to
his eye, it was a normal scope in the daylight. Good, he didn't
have to worry about burning out the unit in bright lights, or his
eyeball. Suddenly his day became infinitely brighter. He may be
pulling shit duty, but at least he had a grown-up toy to play
with. Not as good as jerking off to sex videos, but good enough. As he finished his apple, and
sipped his coffee, he couldn't wait for night to fall.