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Rated: 13+ · Interactive · Action/Adventure · #2249824
A prequel to Problem Child
This choice: Chief of Police Don Fynn  •  Go Back...
Chapter #3

Chief of Police Don Fynn

    by: Scifiwizard Retired Author IconMail Icon
It's been seventeen years since I last answered the call of the guard. I was thirteen; young and ambitious. I founded The Guard with the help of Madame Vague and Miss shadow, two of the original freedom fighters for Waterfront City. They were there when it all started and I had a feeling they would be around when it all ends too. Recruiting kids to sign up was the easy part; all of them gun-ho to play cops and robbers. The hard part was them, including myself, realizing that the robbers shot at cops with real bullets...

I sighed, closing my old journal. "It's not a game, as we had all first thought." Ruefully, I mused. "These kids fighting to keep our city safe have no clue just how dangerous their chosen life can be."

I was now the chief of police of the Waterfront City police department, answering to Tracey Gilroy who was the police commissioner. She was secretly the head of the Cleanup Crew. They made certain the antics of the Problem Child Gang and other freedom fighters did not bring too much attention to the city.

A soft knock came to my office door. I looked up to see Commissioner Gilroy peering in with a rueful smile on her face. "Think we'll have a quiet day, for once, chief?"

I snorted a short laugh. "I doubt it." Bemused, I said. "It's never a quiet day in the city where the city don't know where the city is kept."

Tracey sighed. "I always hated that city motto." Shaking her head, she muttered.

"It's accurate, though." Quietly, I retorted. "You helped write it... Soothsayer."

Tracey leaned onto one foot. "Sure, rub it in... Strongman."

We shared a low chuckle before the phone on my desk began to ring. I picked up and found it was one of our detectives. After listening to his report, I sighed. "On my way."

"Trouble already?" Wincing, Tracey asked.

"Sykes and his merry men hit the West End Bank just as they opened only they were not after money." Frowning, I replied.

Tracey tilted her head, confused. "What were they after then?"

"That's what we have to find out." Standing up, I said. "Duty calls..."

You have the following choices:

1. Arriving at the bank.

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2. Meeting the problem child gang.

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3. continue.

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4. your choice.

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5. you decide.

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