Unscramble Officer Novels & Stories

I grumbled "Pfft" I and Fred both turned to Olsen who guffawed seeing us both so annoyed and angry. He looked at the officer in-charge of him, who had also put a jacket over Mr. Olsen as if his shirtlessness was bothering him, and spoke in a false good manner, "Officer, may I just have a few words with this wilful boy?" The officer shook his head and said firmly, "Sir, you're a suspect. We can't allow-"

He couldn't believe how quickly a day that had started with such promise had taken a troubling turn. After a little while, The officer returned to Josh, but this time however, he didn't have the confident look that he had at first. Now he was wearing an apologetic look on his face as he said, "Sir, I'm very sorry," he began, "there has been a misunderstanding. Please forgive me; I didn't know who you are." The officer knew he had messed with the wrong person and his life was in grave danger, the only way out was if he apologized to him.

She needed to ensure their safety before opening the door further. Officer Max's expression shifted, and he seemed taken aback by the question. He mustered an awkward smile, attempting to ease the tension. "Ummm, I'm Officer Max," he replied, his voice sounding slightly uncertain. "I just wanted to confirm if you know anyone who owns that limo parked just a few miles away."

"You may." When Flora heard his confirmation, she twisted her head, sliding away from her right hand, which made it settled at the right side of her forehead. She faced the officer. Flora waited for him to release the gesture. Their eyes were like talking with each other, but I guess it was just part of the norms in the military. After the officer cleared his hand, Flora put her arm down beside her tight, making a snappy sound. And now that the sudden commotion was done, the officer then stepped back to me. I glanced at his suit and I noticed a tag that was intentionally sewed with his name and rank on it.

But colder now. “Where did she go?” “I don’t know.” A lie. Weak one too. The officer’s eyes shifted left immediately after saying it. Instinctive. Human. Alessandre stepped closer. Just enough to invade the space between them. Not aggressive. Worse. Intentional. “You do,” he said quietly. The officer held his ground. Barely. “I’m not authorized to say.” Of course he wasn’t. Because authorization meant structure. Hierarchy. A system.

The safety officer even wrote Wren a ticket to prove he was serious. Just then another officer came running from around the corner. She was a petite girl with long brown hair down to her shoulders. She introduced herself as “Pavement Protection Officer 003.” Wren couldn’t help but ask what happened to “002” or why they couldn’t just use their names. As the first officer was happy to explain, they give up their names when taking on such an auspicious job and as for “002” they don’t talk about her.

he asks curiously “Uhmm… every officer here knows the tricks to opening the door, but if you don't want too much stress, you do it at the back of the building…” I deliberately sound scattered, disorganised, foolish if I must say. Thank the goddess that my other junior officers are not here, it is just me and Officer Frendricks. If they were here, I will not have known how to pick up my shame back from the ground and also, they would have suspected that something is fishy with me

the senior officer said and walk away to his office The desk officer groan and stared at Jasper and Michelle in annoyance while bringing out a new file and asking for their information as if he was being forced to do his job... "So come back tomorrow morning, your uncle would be invited over and I pray this doesn't backfire on us because of you" the police officer said rolling his eye "Alright sir, and I swear we're telling the truth!" Jasper said urging Michelle to stand up "If you say so, good luck" the officer reply closing the file

"I need to know what you're doing here. This bridge is closed for repairs. It's dangerous." The figure stepped closer, its movements slow and calculated. "Turn around and leave," the officer commanded, his hand resting firmly on his weapon. Yet, the figure remained still. The officer's pulse raced as he sensed he might need to act quickly to defend himself. Suddenly, the figure lifted its cap. The officer's eyes widened as a sliver of moonlight revealed the figure's face. It was unfamiliar, almost indescribable, with scars crisscrossing from the face down to the neck.