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- Aug 4, 2005
June 23 1934
We now venture to another city in the NEC, in fact the largest. New York City. We zoom in closer and after searching around, we finally settle on an elderly looking police station, or precinct, in East Harlem. Why don’t we just tune in to the conversation inside won’t we? We zoom in on a middle-aged man trying to force a handcuffed man into a cell.
“C’mon get in there,” Finally with a grunt, he managed to push the struggling man into the cell.
“Never a dull day here eh Frank?” said a young face from behind a desk. “Myself I would have enjoyed being a banker or something…”
“A banker?” the man named Frank laughed, his voice booming in the confines of the station. “Guess that plan was ruined by the Financial Scare! You’re lucky you’re so young. Any older like me and you would have been conscripted into the Army during the Great War!”
They all laughed at that. Frank Wiggum had served in the New England Expeditionary Corp in France during the Great War. Fortunately for him, he had only been in the trenches for only about two months before the war ended so he didn’t have to see much horror. But in those same two months he had demonstrated his sill with a rifle, eventually killing 30 Germans total. After the war however, he had arrived in NYC, a difference from the forests of Nova Scotia and became a policeman.
“Ah its almost time for lunch. You want to go to that new pizza place nearby?” said Charlie.
“Ah sure why not. I’ll go ask the rest of the boys if they wanna come.”
The phone rang.
“I hope its not another one of them anonymous tips about Barnes…” said Charlie.
“I think the number is 4400,” replied Frank with a chuckle.
“I’ll get it. Guess it might be anonymous tip 4401? Heh heh.” Charlie said and picked up the phone. Frank saw him agree with whoever was on the phone and then saw his face turn from surprise and then anticipation. Finally it was grave. He turned to Frank.
“It was a call from Precinct 28. Apparently there’s a mob of some sort. They request assistance Captain Wiggum.”
“Precinct 28? That’s in Harlem right?”
“I guess we’ll have to hold off lunch for later…Good thing I’ve already got everyone assembled…You think the Police Commissioner is going to request Federal Troops?” he asked Patrolman Charlie Coz.
“Nah. After all its only a bunch of Negroes. What are they gonna do right? Shoot us?”
Wiggum frowned at that. Still he was right. Would they dare fire on an officer of the NYPD? Especially a force with the number of officers from 2 precincts?
“I doubt it,” he said with a smile."Lets go boys."