I don’t get mad, I get even. I’ve tried to do the right thing ever since… well, ever since. It ain’t easy. I mess up at times. But, I do try. But this time they’ve gone too far, and I can’t be held accountable for my actions.
It is public knowledge that the Council voted for a pay-cut for the lawmen of Halcyon. I put up with getting no respect. I put up with the lousy equipment we were issued. I put up with getting blamed for everything under the suns that went wrong here. But, I can’t put up with this decrease in salary. Something’s gotta change or somebody’s gonna pay.
Or… what if I proved my worth. What if, for example, I cracked the code on the source of this “R-40” that has hit our town? That’s a tough nut to crack though. It can’t be detected once it’s ingested, so when I find a person “under the influence” there’s no proof. With no proof, there can be no punishment. With no punishment, there’s no incentive to do without. I’m not sure I could ever get to the bottom of this.
Either way, Something’s gotta change or somebody’s gonna pay. Just another fine day of misery, eh?