Ronald followed Wade with his subtle gaze as time went by, noticing the man doing a routine that was rather destructive to the peace, even in a bar setting. He couldn't believe this person was actually talking about criminal activity, knowing there had to be one or two confidential informants wanting to snag an extra buck lurking around the streets. Still, he was off duty, and approaching the man would only bring him a 180 day period with the internal affairs. So Ronald remained where he was, listening and watching from his corner while he waited for tonight's date.
After the arrival of a rather notorious gangster another man followed, one who was bald and wore a navy blue jacket that was zipped up to the collar. Even indoors the man did not take off the jacket, for it hid something that would cause more problems than solutions in a place like this; a NYPD supervisor's shield. The man stepped into the room, looking over at Ronald who in return gave the man a nod, confirming he was the one who contacted him. There was only a moment of looking around before this individual approached Ronald's table, a sigh escaping him as he slumped down in his seat.
"You pick the most strangest places to drink, Baker."
"How did the shift go, sir?" Ronald simply replied, taking a second to glance over at Wade's shenanigans before nodding towards the conversation. The bald man already had noticed and already shook his head, a frown surfacing on his face for a brief second that said 'can't do it'
"The last thing we need to do is stirr up trouble with gang unit. Look its been a hell of a day with all that has been going on and I haven't really slept all day, mind getting to the point son?"
Ronald paused, considering what to exactly say to this man. He wasn't no ordinary cop, no sergeant either. This was someone up high, someone he knew; his watch commander. He knew this was going to be a slippery slope if he didn't get to the point. "Yes sir. Was wondering if you could do me a favor. Look... There's this place I came across and its looking like a hot spot for some corner girls. Was wondering if you cou-"
"What you need Baker is a partner. Listen... You can't keep rolling solo out there, and I can't have one of my senior officers getting plastered on the headlines and my phone ringing because his stubbornness got him shot or killed." There was silence after the man had blatantly spoke his mind halfway through Ronald's request. Both of them knew what Ronald wanted to do.. More uniformed cops always hurt criminal activity. "... Fuck it. I'll do it but let me see your shield."
"My shield sir?"
"Yes your shield son. Fuck these guys sitting around us they're not looking our way.. Besides, that's why we carry guns and shit."
Ronald hesitated for a minute. He needed those uniforms and trusted the man that sat infront of him with his life. With a sigh the officer reached into his pocket and fished out the wallet that held his shield, handing it over to the supervisor who continued to hold it out to the officer.
"I will die before this precinct becomes another 75th. You are a senior officer with only three years because I knew you were a cop. You're a cop because you don't know how not to be one. If you feel that way, you're one. If you don't, you're not. You decide." Those were the last words before the man shoved the badge back to Ronald, allowing the man to take it up and stuff it in his pockets as the two stood and nodded to one another. " Be sure you arrive 30 minutes early tomorrow. You have briefing to do." With a 'yes sir' from Ronald and a farewell between the two they departed... Ronald had gotten the first part of his plan in motion, perhaps resulting in loosing his seat at one of his bars now that any wandering eyes knew he was a cop. Regardless, this was cop work, the work Ronald wanted to do.
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Hudson Bay, 1 hour later
Time had passed, the transition to night was still pushing forward after Ronald had left the bar. Driving through traffic the officer had one goal in mind and that goal rested in the hotel where it all started. Soon the streets transitioned to the even less savory parts, parts where a man knew it was wise to keep his gun closer than the stranger across the streets. He was off duty, going to the shit hole without even getting paid. That wasn't the case... There was a look in the cop's eye, one that spelled determination, one that spelled trouble.
Soon he pulled over next to a parking meter, then turned off the car, waiting in the darkness of his vehicle while he sat and watched the hotel that was just ahead on his side of the road. On his lap he had taken the liberty of drawing his handgun, resting his index finger on the trigger guard while he waited should the worst happen. He was waiting for her, but more importantly... He was waiting for her client.
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