Aug 5, 2019 5:51 pm
[ +- ] Machiabelly
NYPD, 10th Precinct Headquarters
January 15th, 1925
8:05 PM
Dan Jackson, your feet are kicked up on your desk, the brim of your Peaked Cap drooping over your eyes to shield them from the bright incandescence that permeates the office. It's been a busy couple of weeks for you and your ilk, what with all the drunks and the disturbances that accompany New Year's, despite any attempts from prohibition to curb them. You just begin to doze slightly despite being on duty, as this is the first slow night you've seen in some time. Suddenly, the familiar buzz from the teletype at your desk rouses you as it spits out a short piece of ticker-tape:
20:00 hours, Chelsea Hotel 4th floor, shots fired STOP
You quickly put out your half-spent cigarette into the mug of cold coffee before you and make to grab your coat.
January 15th, 1925
8:05 PM
Dan Jackson, your feet are kicked up on your desk, the brim of your Peaked Cap drooping over your eyes to shield them from the bright incandescence that permeates the office. It's been a busy couple of weeks for you and your ilk, what with all the drunks and the disturbances that accompany New Year's, despite any attempts from prohibition to curb them. You just begin to doze slightly despite being on duty, as this is the first slow night you've seen in some time. Suddenly, the familiar buzz from the teletype at your desk rouses you as it spits out a short piece of ticker-tape:
20:00 hours, Chelsea Hotel 4th floor, shots fired STOP
You quickly put out your half-spent cigarette into the mug of cold coffee before you and make to grab your coat.
