FAKE Double Drabble: New Recruits
Title: New Recruits
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee, OCs.
Rating: G
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Dee and Ryo are putting some new recruits through their paces.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Survival’
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
“Dee, we’re supposed to be testing them, not killing them,” Ryo pointed out to his partner, half amused and half exasperated.
“If they can’t handle a little physical exercise they won’t last long as cops,” Dee insisted. “They need to learn that it’s not all cushy desk jobs and lazing around in patrol cars, eatin’ donuts and drinkin’ coffee! Best to weed out the ones that can’t cut it before spendin’ money on trainin’ ‘em.”
The two detectives were volunteering at the Police Academy, helping to put the latest batch of potential new recruits through their paces; Dee had thrown himself into the task with a will, seemingly at odds with his usual tendency towards laziness.
“That’s true I suppose.” Ryo looked at their batch of ten young men and women, slumped on the grass, panting and dishevelled. “But there’s such a thing as pushing them too hard. They’ll get fitness training once they enter the Academy.”
“So our team get a head start,” Dee grinned. “Survival of the fittest. When we get through with ‘em, the ones that make it into the Academy are gonna out-do all the other recruits. If they can survive this, they can survive anything.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee, OCs.
Rating: G
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Dee and Ryo are putting some new recruits through their paces.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Survival’
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
“Dee, we’re supposed to be testing them, not killing them,” Ryo pointed out to his partner, half amused and half exasperated.
“If they can’t handle a little physical exercise they won’t last long as cops,” Dee insisted. “They need to learn that it’s not all cushy desk jobs and lazing around in patrol cars, eatin’ donuts and drinkin’ coffee! Best to weed out the ones that can’t cut it before spendin’ money on trainin’ ‘em.”
The two detectives were volunteering at the Police Academy, helping to put the latest batch of potential new recruits through their paces; Dee had thrown himself into the task with a will, seemingly at odds with his usual tendency towards laziness.
“That’s true I suppose.” Ryo looked at their batch of ten young men and women, slumped on the grass, panting and dishevelled. “But there’s such a thing as pushing them too hard. They’ll get fitness training once they enter the Academy.”
“So our team get a head start,” Dee grinned. “Survival of the fittest. When we get through with ‘em, the ones that make it into the Academy are gonna out-do all the other recruits. If they can survive this, they can survive anything.”
The End