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-"

Josh was taken aback by the officer's abrupt change in attitude, struggling to process the shift from suspicion to apologies. "It's alright," he replied, a mixture of confusion and relief washing over him. He understood that the officer was merely doing his job. The officer's tense expression relaxed as he nodded, relief washing over him after hearing Josh's response. Initially, upon discovering that Josh was a Cruz, he had been anxious, fearing possible repercussions for his perceived disrespect. However, to his relief, Josh displayed no signs of anger or cruelty. "I've confirmed your identity with our station," he explained apologetically. "I'm sorry for any inconvenience caused. You are f

The 2nd officer, dice him a slap, he screamed in so much pain, holding his cheek. “Officer what’s my offense? I didn’t rob anybody, neither did I kill someone, so why are you doing this to me?” he cries out. The 1st officer throw punch on him, he landed of the floor, “Shut up! I will kill you here and nothing will happen, no one will question me” the 2nd Officer roared. “Where is the key, give us the money or you give us the key?” he asked.

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

As soon as the captive's scream died down the officer continued: "You will show me proper respect, Trish Bousquet. You will not nod when I ask you a question. You will address me as Officer Bousquet. That should be easy for you, because you will notice that we have the same last name. Interesting, is that not?" After a moment of silence, during which the only sound in the room was the quiet sobbing of the prisoner, the officer twisted backwards and there was another vicious CRACK!!!

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