by Cylarn » Sun May 24, 2020 5:45 am
by The Vaktovian Empire » Sun May 24, 2020 9:38 pm
Patrolman Germaine "JJ" Edwards was out in his 1972 AMC Matador squad, and had just cracked a hour since technically starting shift at 0700. He thought of the excitement that would come from tonight's game. It'd be his first real true test as a patrolman on a detail. He had studied crowd control in college as part of his degree in criminal justice. As the Chief had well known ahead of time, Edwards had never been to a police academy. His "refresher" training on both gun safety among other standard procedural tasks undertaken by a patrolman of which Sergeant Switzer had done with him, had been more of a first time, if anything.
He swung the car right off the main drag, down a long straight-ahead road which led to a collection of a few farms and other rural properties in a very Northern part of town away from the Gossett Bridge. A vehicle lay directly in front of him, swerving in and out of the two lane road. A double yellow ran down the center of it, not another car in sight for miles, and Edwards could see what looked like a head in each seat of the vehicle, as it weaved in and out of what would be oncoming traffic. He lit it up. Right then and there. Not a moment of hesitation. Sure, Edwards used the cop job as a means to get back at some of those who would've cast him aside if for not being on the force; what for a being of mixed race and all that. He used it for that and didn't mind taking advantage of the corrupt system, especially when it meant he could inflict harm who had done so to him back in school for the same reasons, as well as he felt he was entitled in a way, for all he'd been thru up to this point, to getting the better end of any of the shadier part of the stick. He called it in. Susanne acknowledged she had heard him on the other end of the in-car radio.
He opened the door, took one step out, and stood tall and firm in his position directly adjacent to his vehicle, as he took a good look of the vehicle in front of him. A 1971 AMC Hornet, they were newer cars to say the least, but this thing was a beat up piece of shit. It hadn't been well taken care of, and Edwards could see that. He walked between the front of his car and the rear of the Hornet's watching the two men eye him from behind their headrests. He came up to the passenger side window, standing tall and authoritative all the same.
"Officer Edwards, North Palmyra Police Department, you know why I'm stopping you today?" He said, leaning his head down while remaining with his back as stiff as a rod, in order to come into complete eye contact with the driver. Not a shred of a smile or smirk came across his face as he did so.
"I don't know what in the hell you stoppin' me for, nor do I need to. What I know is that you're wasting my time. Say, aren't you porch monkeys 'posed to be darker than that or something?" the driver exclaimed, motioning to his passenger to look at Edwards as well as they shared a laugh.
Edwards day had done phenomenal, right up to this point. Couple of older hicks thought they were gonna pull their old southern segretation bullshit on him. Not today, not here. His mood, demeanor, and attitude had all been taken aback in an instant, and his fuse, as short as he hadn't subconsciously realized, had come to an abrupt end.
"Yeah, say Boy, shouldn't you be out doing some tilling in that field over yonder," the passenger added, as the men continued to chuckle, "be better 'stead of doing white mens' work."
That was it, that was the fuse.
Edwards looked at both of them eyes narrowing, as his emotionless expression turned to a more angry one, his cheeks clenched up, his eyebrows raised, and his gaze turned to a death stare. "Really funny, step out of the vehicle, NOW."
Both men looked vividly surprised. They turned their attention back to him again, unfazed by this attempt to startle them, or command any sense of authority. In their minds, Edwards was lesser than them and despite the badge, they were one of the few who didn't see the blue and the badge above that of the color of Edwards' skin. They started continuing to laugh, as the passenger grabbed Edwards by the collar, as the young officer was now even level with the man sitting, buckling down on his knees to try to continue to adjust his gaze on them. "I ain't afraid of no porch monkey policeman in my fucking life, Boy," he yelled, letting go of Edwards as he opened the passenger side door suddenly, striking Edwards and taking him off his feet. The young inexperienced officer was startled, but quickly came to his feet as the passenger began to exit, looking as though he might charge the young lad.
Edwards put both hands up. He had conditioned himself well during and after high school. Poppa had taught him how to handle himself all the same. He was ready for another fight, this one was no different.
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