Patrollogs
(Fayad's bribery attempt)
[Tue Oct 15 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 after dusk, about 64F(17C) degrees, and there are a few grey clouds in the sky. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
Fayad approaches officer Klaus Dietrich of the HSD, a middle-aged cop with a weary face and a hint of desperation in his eyes. Klaus 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 City 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."
Ash says "Hello, there! You're the man, yeah? I needed to talk to you about that 'incident' the other day. Yes, the accident. You see, I have internal bleeding from the hit and run, and I don't have the money for the hospital visit. I mean, it was a full-sized *van* hitting me and my little rusty scooter, you know?""
Ash drawls to hSD deputy properly, "Hello, there! You're the officer on my case, yeah? I needed to talk to you about that 'incident' the other day. Yes, the accident. You see, I have internal bleeding from the hit and run, and I don't have the money for the hospital visit. I mean, it was a full-sized *van* hitting me and my little rusty scooter, you know?"
Ash holds a hand to their belly, wincing. "Yeah, I've been told that I have 'internal complications', which sounds worst than just bleeding... I'm a medical professional myself, and I'm worried that something has ruptured." They sigh, but it turns into a groan of pain. They continue to hSD deputy, "And yet... I am here instead of a hospital bed, because the cop before you dismissed it as a fender bender! I was tossed off my bike, and rolled probably 30 feet! Most of it is covered by the scrubs... so, please, will you prioritize my case? I'm sure you're a kind person, willing to help...."
Ash says "Thank you... thank you so much, officer!"
Fayads Bribery Attempt 241016
(Fayad's bribery attempt)
[Tue Oct 15 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 after dusk, about 64F(17C) degrees, and there are a few grey clouds in the sky. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
Fayad approaches officer Klaus Dietrich of the HSD, a middle-aged cop with a weary face and a hint of desperation in his eyes. Klaus 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 City 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."
Ash says "Hello, there! You're the man, yeah? I needed to talk to you about that 'incident' the other day. Yes, the accident. You see, I have internal bleeding from the hit and run, and I don't have the money for the hospital visit. I mean, it was a full-sized *van* hitting me and my little rusty scooter, you know?""
Ash drawls to hSD deputy properly, "Hello, there! You're the officer on my case, yeah? I needed to talk to you about that 'incident' the other day. Yes, the accident. You see, I have internal bleeding from the hit and run, and I don't have the money for the hospital visit. I mean, it was a full-sized *van* hitting me and my little rusty scooter, you know?"
Ash holds a hand to their belly, wincing. "Yeah, I've been told that I have 'internal complications', which sounds worst than just bleeding... I'm a medical professional myself, and I'm worried that something has ruptured." They sigh, but it turns into a groan of pain. They continue to hSD deputy, "And yet... I am here instead of a hospital bed, because the cop before you dismissed it as a fender bender! I was tossed off my bike, and rolled probably 30 feet! Most of it is covered by the scrubs... so, please, will you prioritize my case? I'm sure you're a kind person, willing to help...."
Ash says "Thank you... thank you so much, officer!"