39th Inning

[freakinblur]

[Scout's been feeling pretty good lately! He loves the cold weather and snow, Christmas is coming... of course, from what he heard about Christmas here last year, they're in for some weird stuff ahead, but he wasn't worrying about it for now. He was going to enjoy it while it lasted! To hell with Mayfield

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[armywithcountry]

[And he's over at Scout's house as fast as he can, letting himself in. He glances down at the letter.]

You too?

[freakinblur]

Wait, you got one too? What the crap is goin' on?!

[armywithcountry]

[He shrugs.]

Looks like they're hiring at the station. Except I definitely didn't send in an application - did you?

[freakinblur]

Of course not! Why the hell would I wanna be a cop?!

[armywithcountry]

Ugh, I sure as hell don't plan on taking any orders from that fat bastard. Probably hasn't done a day's worth of training in his life!

Still, could be a good chance for us to get into that station.

[freakinblur]

Not unless ya count donut store runs.

Yeah, maybe... but that might mean there's nothin' in there.

[armywithcountry]

If it's just you and me who got the letter, it could be some kind of trap. Know anyone else who's been signed up for this shit?

Better to check anyway. What's the worse that could happen?

[freakinblur]

Not yet, though I bet we're not the only ones.

Huh. If Mayfield is so damn "perfect", I wonder why they suddenly think they need ta hire on extra cops? Man, I don't like where this is goin'. We gotta figure all this out an' fast.