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Madvillain · (This post was last modified: 12-31-2024, 05:00 PM by Madvillain.)

From: Sergeant Bob Pickering, CDI.
To: COCS Database
Topic:Kidnapping and Assault
Clearance: SENSITIVE

Dear Colleagues,

Sergeant Jodie Flynn, Sergeant Ibram Maso, Sergeant Edward Butcher: these names we all know. May they rest in peace. Special Constable Bob Pickering might easily have been next on that list. For I have been the victim of a brutal assault by the very worst the Leeds criminal underworld has to offer.

The day began like any other. During my patrol, I was called upon by Special Constable Harding from Traffic Control, who, along with my good friend Special Constable -now Sergeant- Montgomery, was dealing with a situation spiralling out of control. Intervention was needed from someone with expertise in de-escalation, such as myself. Two freelancers were causing havoc, and though I shan't delve too deeply into the specifics, one of them, “Jason McGillion” (alias: “Bob”), received a minor fine for Deeds Prejudicial to the Good Conduct of Public Affairs and a warning for tampering with evidence.

This freelancer created quite the scene, attracting the attention of curious onlookers, as well as some rather... seedy characters with less-than-pure intentions. Among the gathering crowd, I spotted the vessel [MFE]~Penicillin, its notorious captain being the subject of one of my ongoing investigations into illicit drug trafficking and possibly a member of a larger criminal network that I’ve yet to fully uncover. The captain, “Dr” Isabella Saito, was behaving in a most disruptive manner. She was repeatedly asked to maintain her distance and yet persisted, all the while fraternising with our intern, McAscott: a vulnerable individual who, regrettably, still appears to be susceptible to the allure of a life on the wrong side of the law.

Once the first troublemaker was dealt with, I turned my attention to the second freelancer. “Arthur Watts” displayed a markedly aggressive attitude, but as he was homeless, I suspected he was simply angling for a hot meal and a roof over his head. I surmised he hoped to be arrested, but alas for him, BPA Newgate is a prison, not a charity hotel. Instead, I let him off with a warning for harmful conduct involving local wildlife for he had been observed disturbing wildlife migratory patterns, as noted by multiple constables, myself included.

Mr Watts did not appreciate this leniency, claiming that he was in fact not disturbing wildlife. I had to remind mr Watts that I am no agent of the Bureau of Wildlife and Agriculture, and therefore lack the authority to make such a distinction. He proceeded to attack me without provocation. To make matters worse, another bystander -a Gaian- joined in the fray, seizing the opportunity to inflict as much harm as possible on us, the first responders. The damage to my Hawfinch fighter was so severe that I was regrettably forced to deploy my escape pod, unable to defend myself adequately. No doubt, this was met with loud cheers from “Dr” Isabella Saito, who seems to harbour some villainous personal vendetta against me.

While this turn of events was most unfortunate, it was not particularly shocking. As first responders, we are often the first targets in the line of fire in the fight against crime. This was not my first rodeo, as the Libertonians say. On the beat, you learn to rely on your fellow constables and only them. A BAF Commander, on passing by, even went as low as mocking the situation all together, calling Mr Watts a hero.

However, the real horror, indeed, a truly nightmarish experience, occurred after my defeat. Left defenceless in the vastness of space, I was deliberately kidnapped, drugged, and subjected to violent mistreatment by the monster known as “Dr” Isabella Saito and her crew. Under the guise of humanitarian work, this kingpin, drug dealer, and madwoman robbed me of my freedom, assaulted me, and injected my body with a vile concoction of illicit substances from which I am still recovering.

Of all the challenges I’ve faced as a constable, this was by far the most terrifying, repulsive, and violent attack I have ever endured. By the end of this ordeal, during which I completely lost track of time, I was unceremoniously dumped on Planet Prague by “Dr” Isabella Saito’s lackeys. While the physical injuries will heal, I fear the mental scars will remain with me forever. A part of me was left behind on that horror ship, [MFE]~Penicillin. What I endured there is something I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy.

It is my hope that the violent maniac, Isabella Saito, will be apprehended, given a fair trial (a courtesy I was denied aboard her dreadful ship) and locked away, so that she can no longer claim another victim. We must stand firm: Keep your dirty hands off our first responders!

This dreadful ordeal coincides with the day of my promotion, a moment I cannot truly celebrate due to the deep emotional wounds I now bear. Nevertheless, I wish to take this opportunity to congratulate Montgomery on her well-deserved promotion. Monty, I beg of you: please do keep an eye on McAscott, you seem to be the only one able to get through to her and protect her from the influence of scoundrels like the half-Maltese “Dr” Saito.

PS: On a personal note, Martin and I are deeply grateful for the support, kind words, and concern shown by you, our colleagues, friends, and family. You all mean the world to us. <3

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