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As they gave the highly decorated hero his final ride on the truck and laid him to rest, a new threat came to Station 45 and the two others in the city. A pyromaniac was about to make his mark on the city and give this station a new threat to face without their leader. This wasn't their only problem. The actions of two men a few weeks before Anderson's death left the station torn. Five crew members and a Captain was replaced and left a gap in the personnel. Now this burden rests upon the shoulders of a new Chief and old friend to Anderson - Gavin O'Leary.
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Making Waves « Thread Started on Jan 28, 2009, 1:44pm »
She emerged from the locker room to a fairly deserted indoor pool. The smell of chlorine almost suffocated the area, which was slightly warmer than the locker rooms themselves. A few people took turns on the diving board, while others played familiar games in the shallower waters. Melanie, however, was relieved to see that the lanes marked by a line of buoys were empty. As she made her way over to an empty plastic lounger, Melanie could hear the squeak of her green flip flops on the damp floor. Mel laid her towel across the chair then tied her long reddish brown hair into a secure bun. Running a hand across her electric-blue one-piece, Melanie slipped out of her shoes and slowly into the water.
Judging by the way she took to the water, it would not have been to difficult to believe that Melanie was a former swimmer. Though she was never coordinated enough to do what others considered 'real sports' Melanie loved to swim, and was good at it. Though she had not competed since her college days, she tried to take time out of her busy work schedule to go down to the community centre and make some waves. One lap... two... three... she continued to swim from wall to wall, as if she were almost oblivious to the world outside her.
Work had really been going well for her. Though she had never truly thought about investigative journalism before a friend suggested it to her, the idea was really starting to grow on her. Though she was still a bit feeble hearted to be as cut-throat as some of her counterparts, Mel was finding a real confidence in her work. But that can wait she thought. I've got more important thins to worry about. Which was true. She was only two pay checks away from being able to purchase a small place of her own. The thought of leaving her up-tight roommate's townhouse had been a dream of Melanie's ever since she moved in with Cynthia. Fifteen... Sixteen... Seventeen... the laps kept coming.
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Re: Making Waves « Reply #1 on Feb 2, 2009, 1:16pm »
Jared didn't usually go swimming to keep in shape, but he was off duty and didn't want to swing by the precinct to use the gym there. So, he found himself parking his Dodge Charger outside of the community center. No one he knew ever hung out here, but then again, he wasn't around there much. He'd been swung off of the night shift and back onto days, and he was trying to adjust. It wasn't very often that he got to have a day off, considering he was responding to homicide calls as well as routine patrol in the city. It was keeping him busy enough, and if the truth be known, he had a case he should have been working on instead of heading to the pool.
He headed inside and went to the locker room. The first order of business was storing his sidearm in one of the lockers. He'd paid the thirty dollars to rent a locker for the month when he'd come in, and had received his combination lock. Despite being off duty, he still carried a weapon with him, and the Beretta 9mm was stowed on the shelf. He changed into his swimming trunks, grabbed his towel from his duffel bag, and slipped into the sandals he'd brought. The now empty duffel bag was shoved into his locker along with the jeans and CPD t-shirt he'd been wearing.
Jared clasped the lock, securing his belongings inside of the locker before heading out to the pool deck as Mel had done not that much earlier. He followed her lead and laid his towel on an unoccupied chair and slipped out of his sandals. It was then that he spotted Mel in the water, swimming laps effortlessly. He had to curse himself - he hadn't called her or had any contact with her in weeks. His schedule hadn't allowed for it, but he was tired of making excuses. Mel was a nice person, and that in itself was a rarity in Cascade. He stood there and watched her for a minute before slipping into the water in a lane adjacent to hers.
Though he didn't often swim, Jared was quite competent in the water. He moved into a fluid front crawl, traversing the open water between the two walls with ease. He wasn't counting his laps though, unlike Mel. He wasn't going to disturb her either, but he figured they could talk once she was finished. He was just there killing time after all, and hadn't expected to run into her while taking a swim. He was glad that he had though - it was about time for them to catch up a bit. Maybe he'd ask her to dinner - he didn't know, but it was a possibility. He enjoyed her company, and hated that there always seemed to be such a lapse between their meetings. Life was like that though - they both worked demanding jobs, so it was no wonder that they rarely got to see each other.
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