Smalltown P.D.

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Smalltown P.D. (closed for Jagged and Flurtayshus)

It was another hot day in Jason Stone's small rural Virginia town. Greensboro was a town of about 1000 people almost all of them farmers or worked at the local auto plant. Many of the latter were in trailers. It was surrounded by woods and hill as isolated from other towns and a good hour drive to the interstate. The Stars and Bars was more common then the American flag and what your relatives did during Civil War still mattered. Somethings hadn't change much since then in some ways.


It was Jason Stone's town, because he was Sheriff. He had gotten the post not long after he had joined the force. It was like a million other small town departments. Few resources, few personnel and The old brick building with the black tin roof next to the firehouse served as headquarters for the department. Things were quite for the most part though.

The only change in the boring routine was the fact that more then a few locals were trying to make money of an illegal cash crop. For poor farmers pot seemed like a god send. Fighting the drug war on a local level though had made Jason fairly unpopular among many farmers. Jason got used to it though. Most nights he heads home to his trailer and instead of hitting the local tavern. Also the once popular ex-football hero had less girls call on him for dates. Why would they after you lock up their father's, brothers, and cousins.

Another criminal matter which should have died years ago has started to creep up again. The Klan was rumored to have been gathering more weapons and going through a major recruiting drive. The invisible empire wasn't gone it had just gone underground. Still he had little to go on and little to investigate. Cross burning in the woods and running around in sheets wasn't enough got arrests. Not yet anyway.


The only bright spot that broke Jason out of the bordom and moments of danger was the regular visits of the county's newest police woman. Beautiful with long dark hair. She was sweet and tough ( a few bikers who tried to trash her cruiser at the prison hospital could testify to that fact.) The deputies at the office all knew what day she came by though. It was the day the boss came in shaved, picked up the office and wasn't cursing like a sailor. The deputies were an interesting bunch. There was Pat a 6'4" monster and exfactory work who just pasted the test. Sandra the lone goth like girl in Greensboro that kept black candles on her desk. Jeff and Roy were both blond haired brothers and locals. A few years behind Jason in high school they were the typical good-old-boys.


Now......


Jason was in his office with his feet up reading this month's copy of Law Enforcer awaiting his important guest of the day. Sandra had taken the lunch order and was out of the office Pat sat at dispatch in the other room and the brothers were out on partol. It had been a boring week and Jason hoped that some action might come his way....

 

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Officer Alina Vela

Officer Alina Vela of the Caldwell Police Department pulled into the lot behind the Greensboro County Jail and shifted her car in to park. As she stepped out of her squad car, several inmates dressed in orange jump suits turned from playing basketball inside their electrically fenced in enclosure and began whistling.

“Heyyyy Miss Officer ma’am,” One burly inmate crooned. “I think I’m holding. Maybe you should come frisk me.”

That comment earned the inmate a sharp whack on the fencing near him from Billy the BlackJack

“Cut it out Halstead.” The jailer, Owen Prescott, also known as Billy the BlackJack snapped. “Show some manners.”

Owen Prescott was a thin, wiry old man with silver hair and a stooped posture who looked deceptively frail. However, on more than one occasion Alina had seen him take down men twice his size with a flick of his blackjack and a well-placed kick. The old guy had earned himself quite the reputation for that very thing and was well respected by all who worked with him. To Alina, he was the charming little jailer who happened to be sweet on her in a fatherly way that Alina found comforting.

“Ma’am.” Owen nodded, addressing her formally out of respect.

“Deputy Prescott.” She replied and then winked at him to make him smile.

“You can wink at me anytime babygirl!” Another inmate shouted “Just let me get my hands on dat ass just once! Look at her ass man!! Lookin’ all scrumptious.”

“Yea, you do wish, Cabrón.” Alina rolled her eyes and dismissed the comments.

She wasn’t immune to the fact that a lot of men took notice of her body. She was slender, like her mother, with nicely sized breasts and hips and, of course, an ass to match. The ass is what had been making it difficult to find uniform pants that fit her properly so lately she’d found herself having uniforms hand tailored. She didn’t mind though; it was the price you had to pay to look professional.

At 130 lbs she was packaged nicely at 5’9 with a petite waist and lean musculature to complete a gently rounded hourglass figure.

Generally most men had the decency not to comment on it, at least not to her face but she had to consider the source here. The criminally minded were usually without manners so what did she expect.

Alina hit the buzzer to the Sheriff’s department and snuck a quick peek at her reflection in the doors little window. Her hands smoothed over her chocolate locks currently pulled back severely in a knot at the nape of her neck. She waggled her elegantly arched brows at herself and smiled at her silliness displaying a full set of brilliant white teeth.

She had begun looking forward to the days she got assignments that involved Greensboro County because it meant she got to see Sheriff Stone.

A movement behind the glass caught her attention and Alina straightened up immediately and became all business.

 

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Sheriff Jason Stone


It was a typical day at the office. The lunch order was in and the guys were at least keeping the office remotely clean. Jason had his shirt and bullet proof vest off and walks working out with the new heavy bag in his office. Mostly punches but then a boot kick knocked the thing around.

Sandra walked into the room and giggled, "looking good boss. Here is your sandwich. " She placed the large sandwich on the table. She walks out and smiles.

"Oh by the way Officer Alina Vela pulled up she is kinda early? Presscott is chatting her up but...." she trailed off as the buzzer interupted her words. She walked over to the desk and nit the door unlock. "She is here now. Better clean up....lol"

Jason rushed to wipe down with a nearby towel as he heard Alina talking to the deputies in the halway. She got along with everybody it seemed and was always nice to Pat and Sandra and the rest of the crew. She had mentioned that Pat needed to read more and Sandra being a goth needed some sun. Jason didn't even call her Alina yet even though she said it was okay. It was Officer Vela even if he spent plenty of time wondering what she looked like in a thong. He heard the buzzer of the door to the secure office area and armor as he pulled on his shirt and sat behind the desk.

He flipped through a file from the F.B.I. it was the monthly thing and he had read it already, but Alina would want to talk about it. The stunning officer walked into the office knocking on the door, but still strutting into the room.

Jason looked up at her and smiled, "Hey Officer want my status report? How is the job? family? the Ususal?" He looked to the sandwich. "Ah hungry? You look nice by they way or is that against our new harrassment policy?" He laughed half wondering if it was against the rules.

Jason gestured to the chair for Alina to sit down in infront of the desk as he pulled from the drawer a paper clipping about a black church being fire bombed along with a faxed copy of the arson report. It made for interesting reading and some what worry some.

"A few towns away and something I thought you would find interesting. Our sheet wearing friends are active again perhaps?"

 

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Officer Alina Vela

“Hey Officer?” Alina asked as she sat down accepting the clipping and file from him. “Are we back to that Sheriff Stone?”

She looked up at him briefly from underneath her thick lashes and caught him swiping at his brow with a towel. “Problem with the air conditioning?”

“Oh, No.” He explained throwing the towel to the floor. “I was just getting’ a few rounds in with the bag before you came.”

“Hmmmmmmmm.” Alina replied no longer paying attention as she scanned the details of the article. “Were you aware of the barn burning last night?”

“What barn burning?” Jason asked surprised.

“That’s what I figured.” Alina flipped the file closed and looked up at Jason. “I told her to call you about it but for some reason this family simply doesn’t trust the local sheriff’s department.”

“Which family is that?” Jason asked seemingly upset by that news. Alina knew how Jason had tried to change the relationship the community had with the local law enforcement since he’d been given the position but some members still didn’t trust them after the last bunch that had held his office.

“One of your African American families. The Clarks. Petey and Deborah Clark had their barn torched last night. They lost a lot of their farming equipment and a couple horses.”

“Damn it.” Jason cursed. “Did they call the Fire Department at least?”

“No. They have a large enough watering system on their property that they put it out themselves. Jason they are convinced that both the sheriff’s and fire departments are still crooked.”

Jason shook his head and lost himself in thought. He rhythmically clicked his pen until Alina reached over to lay her hand on top of his.

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that I’m naïve to think that we will ever get passed the dirty reputation the department is marked with.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. Things will eventually clear themselves up. But I think there are a few things that you and your crew here are missing when it comes to race relations.”

“Like what?” Jason asked wearily.

“Like a person of color.” She stated matter-of-factly. “Which is part of the reason why I’m here. I’ll be down here quite a bit until you and I get some minority candidates interviewed and hire one.”

“We don’t have the money in our budget for that!” Jason exclaimed. “We are already operating at skeleton crew status because of the last budget cut.”

Alina watched him intently until he calmed himself down and was able to listen. “We put in for a special grant to fund this position. It’s not coming out of your budget.”

It irritated Alina greatly when people jumped to conclusions without hearing all the facts especially people she greatly admired. Apparently the disappointment showed on her face because Jason immediately apologized.

“Listen, I’m sorry. It’s just been very hard having to cut back the jobs and tell people they were fired because we couldn’t afford to pay them.” He went back to clicking his pen but this time Alina let it slide. “And now it’s going to look like we lied when we go hiring a new deputy.”

“Listen. It’ll work itself out. You just got to look at the big picture here. Hiring a minority will go a long way in mending the fences between yourself and the minority community. Ideally you’ll have less problems in that respect in the long run.”

 

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She was hot and like most guys that thought came up time and time again in my mind even if the matter was serious. It was a troubling thing to Jason that people didn't trust the police. Alina wouldn't understand that fact that he was also pissed off at the fact that people didn't give him a chance. Things never changed without people complaining.

"Look the old Sheriff wasn't the most sensitive guy in the world but he did his job. I will take a ride out to their farm. If they want insurance money they need to make a report." The sheriff being described as lacking sensitivity was putting it middly. He once shot a rape suspect with a 12-gauge rather then chase him down. Luckly nobody minded.

Jason leaned back in his chair thinking. Sure there were more then a few racists in the Navy, but it was largely about learning to live and work with people whether you liked it or not.

He leaded forward in the chair and looked at Alina again from head to toe. He wondered for a brief moment what she would look like in a short dress. She like most other officers wore boots, but he had to wonder what she would look like in high heels toes painted. His mind soon returned to business though and arson was always a serious crime.

"Okay here is what I will do. There is a lot of homeland security money floating around. I will put in for it and the next hire that is qualified and is a minority will get the job. I'll put up some posters at the Air Force base I am sure I can get someone from there that fits the bill. Unless you know a local that is qualified. We have one woman and Goth that is Sandra." Jason smiled hoping his guest would get the joke.


"You know the way to the farm? The Clarks right? I take my truck and you take yours, okay? Those hooded assholes are not part of the South. At least not part of mine." Jason said as he checked his .357 Magnum before sliding it into his gunbelt as he stood up behind the desk then glanced down at his sandwich.

"Actually could you drive while I eat babe?"

 

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Officer Alina Vela

Alina stared at Jason for almost a solid minute before he finally realized it had gotten too quiet.

“What?” He asked as he looked up and found her expression unreadable.

Alina could school her features to portray any emotion or none at all, at will. She’d come by this particular skill in junior high when she’d been asked to be in her first school play and had developed it as the lead actress in pretty much every play from then on.

“What?!” He asked again when she didn’t answer right away, his mouth full of a bite of his sandwich.

“Don’t call me babe. I don’t like it.”

Alina left the room before he could reply and walked past the other offices saying her goodbye’s as she went. She was pulling out of the parking lot in the state explorer she’d been assigned, when Jason stepped out the front door of the Sheriffs department his hands raised in a “what’s going on?” gesture.

Alina smiled coquettishly and yelled out the window. “Meet ya there.”

Alina drove the ten minutes to Old Winger Hollow and turned down the gravel road that would lead to the Clarks property. As she drew closer Alina spotted what was left of the Klan message planted firmly in the middle of the Clarks’ front yard.

A small crowd had gathered in front of the Clark home and Alina steeled herself, unsure of what their reactions might be.

“Lillian.” Alina made her way toward the matronly black woman with strong cheekbones and a solid cap of straight gray hair. “I’m so sorry.”

Alina truly didn’t know what else to say to the kind woman who clearly didn’t deserve this kind of treatment.

“Awww chile, this ain’t your fault.” Lillian Clark’s low melodious voice rang out as she wrapped her arm through Alina’s and they walked closer to inspect the burned embers. “But I do ‘spect folks is gonna be wantin’ some answers. I know I do.”

It was about that time that Jason Stone pulled down the long driveway. As he got out he sent her a “we’ll talk later” look and came to greet Mr. And Mrs. Clark.

“Any idea who did it?” Jason asked bluntly

Alina winced because she knew what was coming. One of the Clark’s nephews was there with the rest of the family and was known for his uncooperativeness.

“It’s the goddamn Klan and you’d know that if you’d take your head out of your ass!” Tyrone Clark spat the words with a venom that spelled nothing but trouble. The kid was nineteen and full of the spit and vinegar of a teen that didn’t know the half.

“Now hold on there Junior.” Mr. Clark addressed the young man half-heartedly. “Sheriff Stone hasn’t had the chance to do his job yet. Why don’t you give him a chance?”

“He’s had plenty of chances! This ain’t the first thang that’s happened and it shit and sure wont be the last. The question is,” Tyrone stepped closer to Jason and Alina held her breath hoping that Jason had a shorter fuse than Tyrone did. These people had been through enough and she didn’t relish the idea of having to take down one of their family members, although she would if he went after her colleague. “Exactly how many more of these you gonna let happen before somebody gets hurt?”

 

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“Don’t call me babe. I don’t like it.”


Jason quickly replied, "because we are not a couple or just be cause you don't like it. Anway sorry and I will see you there I know the way."

He bit into his sandwich as he drove up the gravel road. The Clark's had gotten a large farm but it was always slow to change owners since it wasn't really close to town or the highway. Good land all the same and he had no intention of losing a farmer. To many had left already.


Once on the property Jason followed Alina's lead and was soon dealing with an irrate family member. The parents were polite enough but he was dealing with an angry black man that wouldn't be interested in any answer a white man could give right now.

"Look you don't call I can't help. I am here now and I want to help. Now I am sure your parents want the insurance money so they can rebuild and stay here. The Sheriff's department is here for everyone no exceptions."

Jason didn't move an inch and just stood down the young man until he mubbled and walked off to the side.

"Folks this kind of thing doesn't go on in this town any more. We will have a look over the place and get things moving on the investigation."


Jason and Alina went over the structure. It was clear that it had been arson. More then enough it seemed.

Picking up some broken glass Jason looked over at Alina. "So when did Molotov cocktails become the local drink. This was clearly arson and it was a warning only. Could have done the farm house easy. We have to find these people. I think we should start at the Stein place."


Jason walked back towards his vehicle looking around at the farm. The Stein place was a farm that was in the family since the Civil War. The had been involved with the Klan since just after the war. The Stars and bars hung prowdly and skin heads and klansmen always walked the grounds. The farm he been less active in rescent years. It seemed that had changed.


Standing by the truck Jason waited for Alina to come back over. "You doing anything dinner tonight?"

 

[Flurtayshus]

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