An attack on the Captain

Marco grabbed his jacket really quick and put it on, he was late for work already; that is if he still had one after the little stunt he had attempted to pull yesterday. Well, not like he regretted any of it.

The police captain turned his bedroom upside down in search of his gun. He had been so tired when he returned last night that he could not remember where he had dropped his gun in a haste. It had to be somewhere here in his bedroom.

He was a bachelor and so he lived alone, his two room apartment was quite the mess, but he wouldn’t be blamed now, would he? You can’t be fighting crime and dirt at the same time; he would probably need a maid or better still, a wife.

He had committed the most of his life to service to his country that he had no time for himself. He wasn’t married and he didn’t have any siblings, his parents were not in the city, so it was just him, all alone, serving the nation.

Captain Marco finally foun