Tuesday, July 26, 2005

   Cream Filling: Origins (Chapter IX)
[Two more people I need to add into this story . . . . hmm . . .]


Cream sat quietly in the passenger seat of the patrol car as it made its way through the small uptown area of the city. Like things almost always were for them, there were few disturbances to look out for. Fact was, the city was very small, and nothing truly large ever really happened.

"Man, I'm bored," he commented once the car came to another red light.
"Yeah . . . it's a quiet city for sure," Constable Maaier van Zielen his training officer added. She gave a soft chuckle which the young recruit emulated. While the light remained red, the chuckles ended and silenced recommenced in the car.

Cream passively looked out the cruiser's window, thinking about the path he had chosen. The second block of training actually felt like a bit of a let-down for him. During the first block of basic police training, he took to it all very quickly and eagerly - he excelled in many aspects of it in turn. With that training, he was then supposed to use it in the field and learn from the street. Sadly for Cream, there was little quarter for testing his negotiating or firearms skills on these particular streets . . .

"So constable," he said, breaking the silence once again.
"Yes?"
"What was the wildest thing you can remember getting called to in this city?" Constable van Zielen smiled at the thought back to her relatively short career.
"That would have to be the call that sent me to the home of a Miss Mireille Moody . . ."

Cream smiled quietly, happy that he could watch his training officer casually and comfortably speaking - it was better than the awkward silence, in any case.
"So yeah," van Zielen said, "we had a call that there was a house with a lot of noise, a ton of screaming . . . so me and another guy go to check it out since we're closest . . . anyway, we got there at about . . . I dunno, some time in the early evening, and there is still a ton of screaming coming from the house."
"Oh man . . ." Cream muttered, smiling while looking out the window.
"And yeah, so we come to the door, try to get someone to open the door for us . . . no response at all. So, we take out our guns, ready ourselves, and make our way to the back of the house. We're running by now, since the screaming still wouldn't stop. As well, we could see smoke coming out of the windows and stuff, so we also radioed for the fire department . . . anyway, that was our first clue as to what was going on . . ." Cream turned back to the constable, his eyebrows cocked and his face showing great disappointment once again.
"Please don't go where I think this is gonna go . . ."

"Sorry," van Zielen said with a sympathetic smile, "but yeah. The back door was open, we rushed in, and the kitchen was basically on fire. The screaming was just from the panicked women inside freaking out . . . . . so yeah, we put out the fire with the extinguisher no one thought to retrieve, and eventually things calmed down once the firemen got there . . . . . yeah, I guess Miss Moody just really wasn't ready for torching some cows after all . . ."
"Nothing criminal, eh?"
"Nope. Just idiocy."

Cream started to fear that maybe his desire to join the police was not such a great idea. He did want to help others, and being a police officer was an excellent way to do that. But the fact was, the jurisdiction he was working in - despite having its own police force and a local college among other things - was simply too small to really do as much as he wanted to.

"You find this work pretty rewarding, right?" he asked.
"Huh?" Constable van Zielen replied. "Oh, yeah, definitely . . . yeah . . . . ."
"Good . . . maybe there's a chance for me after all . . . . . I mean, if I can-"

Cream stopped speaking when his chest bounced hard off his seatbelt.
"Alright Cream," van Zielen said in a quiet but serious tone, "you wanted to do something, here we go . . . drug deal in the park. We're gonna go in on foot and quietly . . ."
"What?" he said, still shocked at how quickly things were suddenly moving.
"Just follow me!" she shouted back. Shaking his head quickly, Cream got out of the car and followed along as they made their way along a line of bushes.

"Holy crap, I've seen these guys before . . ." Cream realised out loud as he looked from afar at the group of people in the park.
"Alright," van Zielen said, effectively ignoring him, "generally we're pretty okay once we're close enough. We don't wanna hafta chase after them, so move in carefully until we're within talking distance with them . . ."
"No way that's gonna work!" Cream hissed back as they continued walking forward.
"Hey, you'd be amazed at what you can actually do with this uniform on . . ."

Cream and Maaier made their way into the park briskly. The young recruit still couldn't understand how despite van Zielen's encouragement to stay quiet and out of sight, and yet she walked forward with such strength and with such a presence. Eventually the group in the park finally looked up and saw the two uniformed officers coming. A couple of them immediately tried to run, but van Zielen commanded them to stop before they could truly get into their escape.

"Hang on there, fellas," she said. "Get back here . . ." The young group of men nervously stood around the officers. Still, as nervous as they stood, they knew they were still in the better position.
"Alright Cream, I'll handle this . . . just back me up," van Zielen said. " . . . Cream?"

Cream was focusing on the drug dealer to his right, and well away from the other four men . . .

"Fil'?!" Knight exclaimed, trying to get a good look at his old friend's face. "Oh, hell no . . . . . you gotta be pissin' kidding me . . ."


[I have just decided that for pacing's sake, I'm gonna hafta break this one up into 2 chapters. Among other reasons, this much shorter chapter actually took almost 3 hours or more of work. Heh, I was distracted by local idiot friends . . . . . so yeah, maybe the epilogue'll come a bit later than I planned, but it won't be too bad.]
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