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Less than a month in the office under his belt, and Archie felt he was settling into his new role as IPD chief rather well. He had not expected the appointment, but had been nonetheless honored by it and inspired to rise to the challenge which it presented, in his eyes. In lieu of direct challenges, as the island's crime rate was non-existent due to the lack of concrete definition of "crime" and the generally friendly disposition of the great majority of its inhabitants, Kennedy had created a few for himself. He had conferred with Mr. Stark (and Ms. Potts a great deal, too) in regards to giving the holding cells and outlying prison cell a sprucing up of sorts; knowing only that the man was capable of a great deal more mechanically than Kennedy, he had floated the idea and had a great deal returned to him. The records were in an excellent state, making Archie's review of all the police's exploits and cases simple in terms of collecting his resources, at the very least. Finally, he had taken up a daily exercise of coaxing modern texts on law enforcement and related topics from the bookshelf. Some days, the previous day's text unfinished, Archie would relax his personal standards and walk away satisfied with a short play to peruse during his breaks, but for the most part he dogged the thing mercilessly until he had built up something of a collection of his own. He had not yet read all of them, however he felt himself well-prepared and therefore better for the effort.
Kennedy was just now returning to the IPD office, book in one hand and a steaming cup of tea in the other, when he noted something rather foul indeed had turned up on his watch. Raising his eyes from the back jacket of the book, he saw that Styles had engaged in his favorite activity once again. The mutt had found his master, bearing a gift of a dead rat hanging from his jaws. Some of the island species could run quite large; thankfully this was not such a specimen. But it did have a bit of an odor and small drops of blood dripped to the floor.
"For God's sake, Styles," Archie sighed, with much the same measure of annoyance as would be directed at the dog's namesake.
The dog whined hopefully in reply and dropped the dead rat at Archie's feet.
"No!" Archie said, his voice rising, then caught himself before he reached a true shout. No need to alarm anyone in the surrounding areas. "Bloody hell," he muttered, very much under his breath as he stepped over the gift and set book and cup on his desk.
Styles cowered at his master's obvious displeasure, making such a pathetic figure that Archie softened almost instantaneously.
"It's not the end of the world," he told the dog. "We'll just have to clean it up so no one sees."
[I apologize if it's too nasty for you, but there it is. Feel free to tag him after he's dealt with the rat, too. This post is also open for IPD business should anyone have anything to discuss.]]
Kennedy was just now returning to the IPD office, book in one hand and a steaming cup of tea in the other, when he noted something rather foul indeed had turned up on his watch. Raising his eyes from the back jacket of the book, he saw that Styles had engaged in his favorite activity once again. The mutt had found his master, bearing a gift of a dead rat hanging from his jaws. Some of the island species could run quite large; thankfully this was not such a specimen. But it did have a bit of an odor and small drops of blood dripped to the floor.
"For God's sake, Styles," Archie sighed, with much the same measure of annoyance as would be directed at the dog's namesake.
The dog whined hopefully in reply and dropped the dead rat at Archie's feet.
"No!" Archie said, his voice rising, then caught himself before he reached a true shout. No need to alarm anyone in the surrounding areas. "Bloody hell," he muttered, very much under his breath as he stepped over the gift and set book and cup on his desk.
Styles cowered at his master's obvious displeasure, making such a pathetic figure that Archie softened almost instantaneously.
"It's not the end of the world," he told the dog. "We'll just have to clean it up so no one sees."
[I apologize if it's too nasty for you, but there it is. Feel free to tag him after he's dealt with the rat, too. This post is also open for IPD business should anyone have anything to discuss.]]