Shaking his head as he flicked off the radio, David returned to the window, tossing the earpiece back onto his desk. Touching the window sill with his hand, the Lieutenant ran his fingers across the timber frame, letting out a deep sigh, thinking back to

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The Return

12:45, November 25th, 2008.

The flock of birds flew gracefully past the open window, the sweet sound of young birds singing being carried through the air to the Lieutenant’s ears. Looking up from a large pile of various documents, reports and case-files, David Harrison watched the last of the flock pass his window, his eyes looking further across the square at a distant building. An obscure sight greeted the Lieutenant as he stood and approached his window, noticing an African American male standing near the edge on the roof of the city hall. Watching closely, David frowned slightly, turning and looking around his large office, briefly taking in the cream-coloured walls and in stark contrast, the dark oaken wood desk. Moving swiftly across to the desk, he stretched out his hand and took his small earpiece radio, slipping it into his ear.

“Lieutenant Twelve to any units on status four around Pershing Square”, “We’ve got a rather odd situation over at city hall – IC2 male on the roof, right on the edge”.

 

“This is Sergeant Sixty-Seven, receiving you Lieutenant; we’ll have two units dispatched to take care of it A-S-A-P, over”.

Shaking his head as he flicked off the radio, David returned to the window, tossing the earpiece back onto his desk. Touching the window sill with his hand, the Lieutenant ran his fingers across the timber frame, letting out a deep sigh, thinking back to the past few months.

Two months earlier

Crime in the city had hit an all-time high, and the demand for highly trained and professional police investigators had reached its climax. As if to respond to the unspoken request, the Los Santos Police Department’s Chief of Police had a plan. Chief Martin Smallwood had approached Lieutenant David Harrison and had asked him: “Would you like to establish a Department of highly specialized and experienced Detectives?” – the obvious answer had been ‘yes’.

The Lieutenant had set forth and recruited a team of specialized Detectives, an elitist force to be reckoned with. The Detective Bureau had been created, and was prowling the city, mingling with the public and responding to every plea for assistance. Over the following weeks, major cases were compiled and submitted to the Anti-Crime Unit, sparking respect for the relatively “young” Department.

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David found the Department to be a huge responsibility, with many depending on him for advice and guidance. Along with this, he had a new person in his life. Alessia meant everything to David, despite her criminal background; he supported her unquestioningly. His responsibilities as a police officer were being tested by his new relationship, with many High Command members now scrutinizing him on his loyalties.

One fateful day, however, David found himself driving to the abandoned fishing pier at Verona beach, called by a distraught Alessia. Upon arriving, David found Alessia aiming a Sub-Machine gun upon ...

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