“I’m taking one of these.” Pakulski grabs a doughnut out off box on a beat cop’s desk. He did not know the rookie’s name, so he just winks as he bites into the glazed pastry. The taste of soy invades his mouth and Pakulski suppresses a gag and lets pushes the abomination out with his tongue, allowing to fall into the trash can. Pakulski slams the other half into the can and glares at the rookie. “Damn son, don’t bring that shit into the precinct. There are some things you shouldn’t buy soy.”
“yes sargeant!” petrified, the rookie tries his best to look busy on a report. Typing furiously on the keyboard, the rookie finds himself backspacing continuously. Pakulski, a vice detective in Chicago’s illegal BTL market, stands over the rookie and snickers at the cop’s unease. Pakulski is an imposing figure, standing six and a half feet tall. Taller than the average ork, Pakulski works out regularly so that his already large frames dwarfs even other orks. He wears his blonde hair cropped short, reminiscent of his time in the UCAS Marines. As he watches the screen, Pakulski frowns as he recognizes a name on the screen.
“What’s this rookie?” His voice sounds like a gravel rockslide. Grabbing a napkin, Pakulski tries to wipe the after taste out of his mouth. He points at a strange logo at the top of the report the rookie is looking at. The image reminds Pakulski of an upside-down sunrise.
“It’s a report that was sent in this morning. I am entering into the precinct’s database.” The rookie’s shaky voice belies his bravado. Unable to tell if the sergeant is mad at him, rookie risks a glance at Pakulski. Pakulski is completely engrossed in reading the screen. He pushes the rookie out of the way and commandeers his keyboard.
“I’ll take this rookie, I think it’s related to a case I’m working.” Pakulski emails the file to his own account and deletes it from the rookies computer. He smiles a toothy smile a clicks his tusks a couple times completely unnerving the rookie. “Remember rookie, real doughnuts next time.”
Pakulski walks quickly back to his desk and pays little head to those around him. A three hundred pound ork has a way of making people move out his way. Pakulski is completely surprised when one of those people fails to get out of his way. Another detective, human with short brown hair, turns and Pakulski swears leans into the shoulder hit. Only a few inches shorter than him, the human’s physique is impressive even to an ork. Pakulski face tightens into a scowl when he sees his assailant.
“Watch yourself Simica!” Pakulski tries to shove detective Simica away, but Simica is already backing away from the large ork.
“Sorry Paku, you should pay attention to where you’re going, you don’t want set one of these rookies up for a fall.” Pakulski knows that comment is jibe from when they first worked together. Simica’s smug smile causes Pakulski to take a step towards him, but realizes that would not look good to the captain.
Pakulski continues to his desk where he forwards the document before deleting it off his own system. He grabs his phone and makes a quick call, speaking in muted tones. “Hey Logan, I saw an interesting memorandum come into our system today. I managed to grab it before it got submitted into the database. I’m not sure who you pissed off, but they must be pretty well connected to get this kind of info.” Pakulski glares at Simica as he makes his way from the precinct’s bullpen.