Tom Whalsey, age 35 works as a security guard in one of the towns more exlusive deparment stores "Townsend". They sell upmarket clothes & fashions, furniture & jewelery.
Tom had been unemployed for several months & desperately took the job that was offered in spite of it meaning constant night & weekend shifts. He disliked the monotony of his rounds, no social life & working for a store that he could never afford to shop in.
Tuesday night was like no other. 8 o'clock in the evening he got dressed in his uniform - regulation trousers & jacket; white shirt, tie & cap.
He clipped his baton & handcuffs on his belt, although he had never needed to use them & wasn't even sure he risk his own life trying to stop somebody stealing something that he himself could never afford.
He drove to the store. The shop windows were lit up brightly but inside was only dimly lit outside opening hours.
He unlocked the front door & entered. He punched in his code in the timeclock.
Tom had been unemployed for several months & desperately took the job that was offered in spite of it meaning constant night & weekend shifts. He disliked the monotony of his rounds, no social life & working for a store that he could never afford to shop in.
Tuesday night was like no other. 8 o'clock in the evening he got dressed in his uniform - regulation trousers & jacket; white shirt, tie & cap.
He clipped his baton & handcuffs on his belt, although he had never needed to use them & wasn't even sure he risk his own life trying to stop somebody stealing something that he himself could never afford.
He drove to the store. The shop windows were lit up brightly but inside was only dimly lit outside opening hours.
He unlocked the front door & entered. He punched in his code in the timeclock.