After Kenny told me that it may be the Claptons getting in the way of our stocks, he printed out a paper showing the proof that the Claptons are carrying out illegal practices so I could give it to General Brown and hopefully, he would appoint me to take them down.
I left the drug ring and drove over to my house. I quickly changed into my police uniform. God, I hated this uniform but I had to endure it for the sake of the drug ring. It was a navy blue short-sleeved shirt with matching trousers. It was usually worn with black boots and a special type of police cap for officers at my level. The police cap differed from level to level. I put on black shades to add to the look.
Once I had dressed up completely, I got into my car and drove hurriedly to the place I hated so damn much, the police force. It was one of the largest branches in the country with over 15 storeys. It was glass and had trees surrounding it. I took my shades off. There was a parking lot for the officers only, where I parked my car and got into the building.
Inside the building, the air smelt neutral. It wasn't a bad one, neither was it good. It was cold in the building and I had to control myself from shivering. The building was quite neat, neater than my previous days in the place. The police front counter staff stood behind her table, her fingers hitting the keys on the computer.
I walked over to her and handed her my identification card. "Deputy Chief," I said. She immediately granted me access and handed me my identification card. I got into the main section of the building which had the questioning room, the office of some officers and basically, anything you'd see in a typical police station. The neutral smell in the previous room was replaced with a horrible smell. I can't even explain it; the smell was even worse today and scrunched up my nose subconsciously.
The room was filled with the sound of the clacking of keys on a keyboard along with people talking and deep laughter coming from various sides of the room. I walked straight to my office which had 'DEPUTY CHIEF' in bold letters marked on the door to the office. It was neat and didn't smell like the main section of the building.
The office had a white desk and a black swivel chair. There were books, files, folders and papers on either side of the table and a computer in the centre. That would become messy soon. There were shelves on the left side of the room which had more books and folders. The other side was see-through, and a room could be seen where the AD (Assistant Deputy) is supposed to be. But strangely, she wasn't there. I wondered why she wasn't there for a while until I heard the familiar sound of the office phone. I picked it up and asked, "Chief, how may I help you?"
"Come to my office." He said and I could hear the hatred in his voice. The feeling is mutual.
"Okay, sir."
Before I left my office, I put the file Kenny had printed for me in a folder so I could give it to General Brown.
I left the office and walked over to his office. It had 'CHIEF OF POLICE' written boldly on the door. I knocked on the door repeatedly until I heard a faint 'come in' from Chief Brown. His office was untidy and reeked of beer. Ugh. This man irritated me. I expected him to have a pot belly and look old and sickly but it was the exact opposite.
Jake Brown was in his late fifties but had the build of a twenty-year-old. How he did it? I had no clue. If I drank as much beer as General Brown, I wouldn't even be fit enough to get off my bed.
I looked at him, my face questioning him as to why he called me to his office. He opened another bottle of beer and drank it straight from the bottle. Does a have a whole stash in his office?
"You will have to wait for a new AD for a while. The former one got fired for incompetence. You may leave." He said and I nodded to the statement. I turned around to leave then remembered why I actually wanted to see him.
"Chief Brown," I called. He put the beer down and looked at me in an irritated and questioning manner. "I have something to ask you."
"What is it?" He asked. I brought out the folder and handed it to General Brown. He took out the file and assessed it and I saw the corner of his lips lift a little but it died down quickly. What the hell? He looked at me and said, "So? How does this have to do with anything?"
It took all my willpower to stop me from saying, "You're an officer of the law. You're supposed to arrest the people associated with this shit." Instead of saying that, I maintained my calm demeanor and said to him, "Chief, I want to take this drug ring down. We don't need more corrupt practices in this country."
"Whatever, just get this over with quickly. You can take the lieutenant and a few police officers with you. Check the warehouse at the back for handcuffs and some firearms, I guess. Now leave, you're disturbing me." He said, waving his hand as a signal for me to leave. Damn you, Brown.
I left the office and walked over to mine. I used the office phone and called Lieutenant Hans. I had him gather a small unit so we could go take down the Claptons. I went to the warehouse at the back of the building. It was a dusty place that smelt of dry wood. I grabbed handcuffs and some firearms.
I put on my shades. Time to take the Claptons down.