The Counterfeit Badge - Chapt 02THE COUNTERFEIT BADGEChapt. 2 Mike stepped onto the dock at Sunnyshore City. Physically, he was rather unimposing. A little over middle height, he was thin and craggy featured. His brown hair was shot with gray at the temples. A long gray rain-coat covered a cheap blue suit. The suit was rather loose-fitting and looked like it had been rolled up in a sea bag for 2 days … mostly because it had. His equally battered fedora was tilted back on his head. As he looked around, Mike considered the fact that he was going up against criminals who were willing to use old-fashioned firearms to kill. The C.I. Branch wouldn’t issue a gun to him, they just didn’t use them except in the most extreme cases and then only certain personnel would have them. So, he’d have to go a different route. He’d have to get a partner, someone to watch his back. He’d have to get a ‘mon. He didn’t really want to go there, but he
The Counterfeit Badge - Chpt 1POKÉMON WORLD LEAGUE DETECTIVE STORIESIntrodction People and Pokémon have been living in harmony for millennia. Over time people have, through their Pokémon, learned to live together in peace. Although nations have been at peace for a very long time there are still individuals, sometimes organizations, who prey on others. Over the past two and a half centuries law enforcement became organized in the various regions inhabited by both people and Pokémon. During this same period of time, governing bodies were created to regulate the capture of, and contests involving Pokémon. About one hundred years ago, a world governing body was formed to bring together the various regional Pokémon Leagues and ensure that the operating rules were fair and equitable across all the regions. Soon after, many governments found that it was convenient to have regional law enforcement grouped under these v
The Girl in WhiteThe Girl in WhiteInspired by Jay Dyer’s light art piece “34”; http://jaydyerlightart.deviantart.com/art/034-418568014 Today was mostly a miserable day. But then, most days were pretty miserable for me anymore. Work sucks … I hate having to deal with idiots who can’t read instructions, and then expect me to fix what they broke. Or yell at me to try to bully me into going faster or try to force me to do something that isn’t my job. Most nights, I just want to be alone, pick up a six-pack of stout, or more likely a cheap bottle of Bourbon, and go home and watch T.V. or surf the ‘net. When I am at home I just want to ignore the real world, shut it out and let the alcohol soothe me into blissful oblivion. I’ve always been a bit of a loner, avoiding crowds of people and large social gatherings. But when my wife of 17 years dumped me for a younger guy it raised my misanthropy to a whole new level.