C Angel Wings

[Sam260]

Charper Beach was like any other large town in the United States.  It had old-world charm with modern-day upgrades.  There were suburban homes surrounding the main portion of the city, there was farm lands surrounding the area outside of those suburban communities.  Charper Beach couldn't be compared to somewhere as large as New York City, but it certainly wasn't a small nowhere town, either.  

Of course, with the population of 250,000, give or take, that did not mean the city went without its problems.  As every city, there were gangs and just general bad people who enjoyed crime over peace.  The Charper City Police was about 30,000 strong; they were trained and knew how to deal with the problems that this city dealt with on a day-to-day basis.

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Marshall Rhodes was one of those police officers.  He was just twenty-seven years old but he had experienced life enough to know that these mean streets of Charper Beach were nothing compared to what he had seen when he was serving for the United States Marine Corps.  He enlisted at eighteen, right out of high school, did twelve weeks of boot camp, four weeks of additional training, and then finally- finally, as if that were an actual good thing- he was sent off to war.  He was overseas for eighteen months, he came home for a total of six months before he was send back out for his next tour.  It went on like that for eight years, until he finally decided to retire from the Marine Corps and settle down in Charper Beach; he immediately signed up to join the police force there, went through the academy and passed, of course.  He was no longer a rookie officer, no longer had to spend his nights and days attached to the surly old bastard he had been partnered with.  They all thought Marshall would have crumbled under Sergeant Wayne's aggressive nature, but they clearly hadn't seen Marshall's service record, and they clearly did not know the drill instructors or platoon leaders he had been subjected to in the Corps.

Now, anyway, Marshall was simply able to do his job as intended.  He was a foot patrol officer, something he chose to do.  He enjoyed just simply walking around the city, enjoying what the world had to offer.  The scents, the sights, the people one got to meet whilst working out on the streets.  However, today was not a great day, or so Marshall would soon find out.  He was simply walking along what was considered a more 'unsavory' part of town.  He didn't know what happened from one minute to the next, but suddenly there was screaming, arguing, and then gunshots.  He pulled out his gun, ready to fight for his life... the danger was growing closer, the gunshots growing louder, his heart was pounding as he waited for the hammer to drop....