Patrollogs
(Fayad's bribery attempt)
[Sat Aug 31 2024]
On the Walkway Leading to the Front Steps of Town Hall
This sidewalk has recently been paved and placed, with mortar in between
the thick slabs of concrete. Some grass has attempted to grow between,
sprouting out thickly here and there, though it still remains in good
condition. Some casual indigenous wildflowers have been planted to either
side of the sidewalk, blooming during the warmer months and resting as dark
brown patches in the winter. A few trees offer shade here and there.
It is afternoon, about 85F(29C) degrees, and the sky is covered by thin white clouds.
Fayad approaches officer Dietrich of the HSD, a middle-aged cop with a weary face and a hint of desperation in his eyes. Dietrich's uniform is slightly rumpled, and the fatigue is evident in the way he sips from a chipped coffee cup. His fingers fidget with the edge of the cup, betraying his nerves as he listens to Fayad speak. The conversation is low and guarded, punctuated by occasional glances toward the hall's entrance. Fayad slides a manila envelope from his coat to the police officer with deliberate nonchalance. Dietrich's eyes drop to the envelope, then back to Fayad, the weight of the moment sinking in. "Just need a small adjustment to the report," Fayad says smoothly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Make it look like the fire was accidental, not arson. You know how it goescorporate interests, high stakes. Just a little push in the right direction." Dietrich hesitates, the conflict clear on his face. Hes seen his share of corruption, but this feels differentmore dangerous. Fayad's gaze is unyielding, and Dietrich's eyes flicker to the envelope. He knows whats inside, and it's enough to shift the balance of his moral compass. "Look, officer," Fayad continues, his tone coaxing but firm. "You're doing a favor for someone who can make things... easier. For both of us." His words hang in the air, thick with unspoken threats and promises. Slowly, Dietrich reaches for the envelope, his hand trembling slightly. He opens it and glances at the stack of cash inside. The sight of the money does little to ease the tension in his shoulders, but it's enough to seal his decision. He nods, a resigned gesture that betrays his internal struggle. "Alright," Dietrich mutters, his voice barely audible. "Ill handle it. Just... make sure this doesnt come back to me." Fayad's lips curl into a thin smile. He stands up, leaving the envelope in Dietrich's hands. Dont worry. The Disruptors will take care of the rest." With a nod, he turns and exits the scene, heading back towards his van."
Fayads Bribery Attempt 240901
(Fayad's bribery attempt)
[Sat Aug 31 2024]
On the Walkway Leading to the Front Steps of Town Hall
This sidewalk has recently been paved and placed, with mortar in between
the thick slabs of concrete. Some grass has attempted to grow between,
sprouting out thickly here and there, though it still remains in good
condition. Some casual indigenous wildflowers have been planted to either
side of the sidewalk, blooming during the warmer months and resting as dark
brown patches in the winter. A few trees offer shade here and there.
It is afternoon, about 85F(29C) degrees, and the sky is covered by thin white clouds.
Fayad approaches officer Dietrich of the HSD, a middle-aged cop with a weary face and a hint of desperation in his eyes. Dietrich's uniform is slightly rumpled, and the fatigue is evident in the way he sips from a chipped coffee cup. His fingers fidget with the edge of the cup, betraying his nerves as he listens to Fayad speak. The conversation is low and guarded, punctuated by occasional glances toward the hall's entrance. Fayad slides a manila envelope from his coat to the police officer with deliberate nonchalance. Dietrich's eyes drop to the envelope, then back to Fayad, the weight of the moment sinking in. "Just need a small adjustment to the report," Fayad says smoothly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Make it look like the fire was accidental, not arson. You know how it goescorporate interests, high stakes. Just a little push in the right direction." Dietrich hesitates, the conflict clear on his face. Hes seen his share of corruption, but this feels differentmore dangerous. Fayad's gaze is unyielding, and Dietrich's eyes flicker to the envelope. He knows whats inside, and it's enough to shift the balance of his moral compass. "Look, officer," Fayad continues, his tone coaxing but firm. "You're doing a favor for someone who can make things... easier. For both of us." His words hang in the air, thick with unspoken threats and promises. Slowly, Dietrich reaches for the envelope, his hand trembling slightly. He opens it and glances at the stack of cash inside. The sight of the money does little to ease the tension in his shoulders, but it's enough to seal his decision. He nods, a resigned gesture that betrays his internal struggle. "Alright," Dietrich mutters, his voice barely audible. "Ill handle it. Just... make sure this doesnt come back to me." Fayad's lips curl into a thin smile. He stands up, leaving the envelope in Dietrich's hands. Dont worry. The Disruptors will take care of the rest." With a nod, he turns and exits the scene, heading back towards his van."