"I think it is only fair for any transfers to have to go through all the paces a regular recruit would have to. After all, we both surely have different procedures and methods at getting something done. I'm sure a lot of the LPI would greatly benefit from going through the training your recruits do."
He took a sip of his coffee
"Perhaps we should start with only one officer exchange for now and see how it goes, kinda like a test program"
Iâll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because itâs flag that I love
And a flag that I trust
Chief Constable Roy "The Guv'nor" Brown adjusted his tie and sipped his tea. It didn't taste half bad once you had laced it with brandy.
What Brown didn't know about the black market wouldn't fit on the back of a postage stamp. Interpol had potential to smash the trade in artifacts and more besides. The report on slave trafficking was especially disturbing.
He read over the document again. The Yard was considering an exchange programme.
He spent the rest of the afternoon fruitlessly trying to find out what "donuts" were on the internet.
"Well," Abigail began, "Statistics shows us that the larger the sample, the less of a chance of bias or lurking variables we have. At that, I'd suggest somewhere in the area of three to five trial constables, just in case we end up randomly selecting absolute rubbish for each other."
"And I know what we all like to think," Abigail added, while sipping her tea, "That none of our constables are rubbish, but, well, we all know better."
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.
The Chief awakens with a start to see a small crane being fitted to him, trying to move his once-snoring form from the now-empty conference table back to his room. Or the pool, to wake him up.
"OI! GIT THIS OFFA ME!" he roared, slapping anyone within range. A flurry of hasty and obviously insincere apologies came at him, which made his face go red as a beat as he yelled louder. Once he was free, he stormed off to his room and sent out a call to Captain Hull O'Brian. He was brief and to the point:
"Get us 3 or 4 officers and tell 'em we just sold 'em to the BPA. Try to get Fredro, if you can..."
As Abigail Thorn is eating breakfast in her room the next morning, an aide enters with a sealed envelope, delivers it, and then leaves. Inside is a private note from the Foreign Office:
Commissioner,
Wishing you all success with your continued negotiations on Curacao. I feel I must, however, offer a brief word or two of Foreign Policy advice. Firstly, please be cautious regarding any attempts to introduce a joint bounty system or arrest policy that is all encompassing - we do not under any circumstances want to find ourselves in a situation where we have to hunt Outcasts in Bretonia that have been convicted of cardamine smuggling in Liberty. I fear that such a situation would destroy our alliance with the Outcasts (though please do not tell it to the LPI this way), and greatly hamper our war efforts in Tau, which we cannot afford. The Lord Chancellor suggested to me that a formal extradition procedure with case-by-case assesment that allows us to avoid extraditing our allies to Liberty might be a good alternative for you to propose.
As a side note, I am pleased to say that Lord Braterford has informed me that the Bretonian Embassy in New York is at your disposal to act as a liason and base for any exchange constables you decide to transfer to Liberty.
With greatest optimism for the success of your discussions, and looking forwards to seeing the first batch of exchange program constables arriving in Bretonia,
Yours sincrely,
Lord Charles Canning
Foreign Secretary of Bretonia
Abigail set down the message slowly. it was a thought she had put little consideration into. The delicate diplomacy of her nation could easily be put into distress with her actions.
[size=12]Commissioner,
Lord Canning,
At the moment, the Libertonians and I are discussing a transfer program, nothing with bounties nor equipment sharing, though that raises a fine point. I'll make sure that any future agreements we come into are in the best interest of Bretonia, and are done on a case-by-case basis, instead of in a blanket, as they have been done in the past.
~Abigail Thorn
Sending the message, Abigail went to prepare herself for the next day's negotiations, if there were to be any.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.
Captain Hull O'Brian was at his desk in his office at Police Headquarters when a message came through from the Chief :
Incoming Transmission
From: Chief of Police M.Myers
To: Captain Hull O'Brian
Subject: Interpol organization and transfer officers
"Get us 3 or 4 officers and tell 'em we just sold 'em to the BPA. Try to get Fredro, if you can..."
End of transmission
"Hmmm, I wonder who would want to temporarily transfer to the BPA? Be nice to see how the other half lives....." Mused Hull.
"Guess I will try and get some volunteers. I will put it out on the daily report and see who applies. He also wants Fredro to go. The alley denizens will miss him." He thought to himself.
"Hmmm, I wonder what a crumpet is. Sounds like a dent you get when a Rogue shot hits your ship....."
Formerly known as LPI Police Chief Hull O'Brien.
Creator of Sgt. V. Price, 207th Precinct out of Chula Vista Station