*After filling out his report, walk out and gets back into his patrol vehicle, starting the engine, and pulling out of the complex, at a rather usual speed, on this snowy winter night.
*Once I left the area of the complex, I press the button on my radio
"PC-4 and 6, please advise if further assistance is required"
*I then paused for a second
"PC-1 Patroling"
*I then let go of the button on my radio and began driving past local bars, making sure everything was OK.
*When Driving past a bar on the Trulit Interpass, I see a man being escorted out of a bar
*I then pulled over, and slide the car's gear into park looking around to make sure there was no traffic to hender my effort of exiting the vehicle, I got out and began approaching the men, 2 in all black, who probably were employed, or contracted by the bar to be security
*I press the button on the radio and lean my head over
"PC-1 Helping bar security escort someone out."
*While approaching, I begin thinking about why they may have chosen to escort the man out, I think, because it is ahead of the time most bar's close, it must be because the man was way to drunk, or chaotic.
*I reach down to my belt and grab my flashlight clicking it on and shining it
*I raise my voice above, the low, normal tone I usual talk in.
'Police, is there a problem here'
*One man in a black suit says with his very low, sharp, voice says
'Ain't no problem officer, man to drunk, we aint want him in da bar'
*Shines his light at the man, who was putting a huge effort into just staying up, while not moving
*This time, instead of raising his voice, talks the way he usually does, which is hard to hear, unless you are actually paying attention
'Alrighty, do what ya usually do, I'll just make sure he gets back to his house safely'
*I lean on the fender thinking about his brother and how difficult it has been for the both of us back home. And suddenly his thinking ends with a loud thump, as he watches the man fall onto a car, keys in hand, and trys to unlock it.
*I grab my flashlight again and shine it towards the person, noticing it was the same man that was escorted out
*I Lift myself off of the fender and approach the man, left hand holding the flashlight, right on my sidearm.
*This time, raising my voice, I say
'Police!'
*I see the man tumble to the ground
*I then lean down to help the man up, removing my right hand from my sidearm to do so.
*I put forth a lot of effort, to lift the slightly overweight man up from the ground.
*Noticing how hard it is for me to do so, I think I should purchase a gym membership, from the gym down the road, but put the thought out of my mind as it is time for me to focus on work, not becoming stronger
'Sir, are you sure, you dont want me to give you a ride home, or help you call a taxi?'
'Whyyy thank youuuu!'
*He says clearly intoxicated, with most likely the cheapest beer he could afford.
'Ok, what is your address sir?'
*Tries to make out what the man stutters out
*All I can comprehend is 2 f--nch
'Sorry, but you said 2 french?'
*I asked trying to confrim the address so I knew which house to drop the clearly intoxicated man off
'Yesssssir'
'Ok, now, I am going to help you into my patrol car, and give you a life over here.'
*I say to the man, hoping he doesnt fall again.
*I help him into the rear of my vehicle praying that he doesnt hit his head on the roof of the vehicle, which then he thought it would be nice to have a bigger vehicle, with a higher roof, so he didnt have to do this every time he loaded someone into the rear of his patrol vehicle.
'Ok, now Im going to drive you home.'
'Thaaaank youuuu'
'No problem'
*I make out still slightly daydreaming.
*I, while walking to the driver's seat, press the button on my radio and lean my head over
"PC-1 Out of service, helping an intoxicated man back to his house"
*I then let go of the button, and enter the Impala, starting it up, to the slight pur it usually makes
*I turn on my left blinker and begin the short drive down the road to french
*I make a left, once I reach french, following all traffic laws, except, maybe going over the speed limit, but not much, probably, around 2 over.
*I Slow to a stop, outside the walk path of the empty driveway of 2 french
'We're here'
*I mumble to myself under my breath, bringing back another flashback, of home.
*I look around making sure the was no traffic, that could, harm me, or them when I exit.
*I quickly open my door, shut it, and hustle around the car to help the man inside
*I open the rear door, almost, pulling the man out, and almost, ragging him up the stairs to his house
*I unlock his door for him, after trying many keys, and place the man on a chair
*I then lock the front door and begin going carefully down the stairs, not wanting to slip, and humiliate himself.
*I shut the rear door of my patrol car
*I then walk to the front of my patrol car looking at the northbound lane, waiting for a moment, insuring that it was clear so I could quickly, and swiftly, enter my vehicle and resume normal activity
*I quickly move to the front of my vehicle, which I had left running, entered, and shut the door
*I then put the vehicle into drive and began making my way around town patrolling again, but before that I lean my head down, and press the button on my radio
"PC-1 Patroling, eastern phoxiland."
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