12-24-2015, 01:37 AM
McArthur accepted the handshake. "That sounds just fine, sir." It didn't. "I'll see you at six." He'd have to hope the man had an atomic clock or some shit. If he got turned down because the old fart had an old-timey watch running two minutes fast, he was going to strangle him. He left the man to his business and left the library to do...something in the meantime. Homelessness had a schedule as wide open as the sky.
Or rather, it was usually wide open. The dark clouds threatened to rain on him; thank God he didn't have a normal squad car. If he had to turn that back over to the precinct, he would have just bought a 24-hour gym membership and roughed it out in the changing rooms or something pathetic like that.
He drove into Denver and found the place in question. Certainly a step down from where he lived, but at the very least affordable on his salary. He hoped the tap water didn't have to be boiled...He parked close to the apartment and waited it out. He checked the clock on his phone, waiting in his car, hoping the rain died down. Clatter, clatter, clatter on the roof. If it started hailing, if he had to get his car repaired...! No, no, today was stressful enough. He had to think positive.
5:59. It was pouring. He didn't see anyone outside. Nothing for it: he had to guesstimate how much time was left and just risk it. He got out of the car and hurried to find cover: both from the rain and from prying eyes. He worked his way over to the front door. He checked the clock. Just a little bit...alright, 6:00 on the dot!
He knocked on the door. He knew that just walking in the building would get him chewed out, so he played the nice act a little longer. Even if he ended up a drenched, disgusting dog for his efforts.
Or rather, it was usually wide open. The dark clouds threatened to rain on him; thank God he didn't have a normal squad car. If he had to turn that back over to the precinct, he would have just bought a 24-hour gym membership and roughed it out in the changing rooms or something pathetic like that.
He drove into Denver and found the place in question. Certainly a step down from where he lived, but at the very least affordable on his salary. He hoped the tap water didn't have to be boiled...He parked close to the apartment and waited it out. He checked the clock on his phone, waiting in his car, hoping the rain died down. Clatter, clatter, clatter on the roof. If it started hailing, if he had to get his car repaired...! No, no, today was stressful enough. He had to think positive.
5:59. It was pouring. He didn't see anyone outside. Nothing for it: he had to guesstimate how much time was left and just risk it. He got out of the car and hurried to find cover: both from the rain and from prying eyes. He worked his way over to the front door. He checked the clock. Just a little bit...alright, 6:00 on the dot!
He knocked on the door. He knew that just walking in the building would get him chewed out, so he played the nice act a little longer. Even if he ended up a drenched, disgusting dog for his efforts.