From the WIP, tentatively called A Familiar Problem
Chapter 1: Angus on Patrol
Officer Jamie Macbeth adjusted the side strap and wondered if anyone in the history of the department had ever tried to fit a canine bulletproof vest onto a prairie dog before. Probably not, and it was the sort of question that got people sent to Psych Eval for an interview. “How’s that?”
“Tis nae perfect,” Angus said walking around the room, standing up, sitting, then walking some more. “But ‘twill do, ‘twill serve.” Little bits of his stomach hung out, but Jamie didn’t think trying to stuff the roll back under the vest would work. “So, what now, Boss?”
“Paperwork for the vest, then I show you the lay-out, where you can go, where you can’t and we check the bicycle depot to see if they have anything that might work.” Jamie didn’t think Angus could walk the beat, and they had panniers for the horses that might work, but the bicycle would be a challenge.
The perpetually-bored corporal currently in charge of the armory popped his bubble gum and pushed a clipboard across the counter to Jamie. He started chant-reciting, “Blue ball-point only, must go through all four copies, keep one copy with the armor, one in the dog’s training and equipment file. One will be with Accounting and the fourth stays here. Make certain you record all eighteen digits and characters of the—What the skeet kind of dog is that?” He leaned forward and almost fell out of the sort-of-broken chair. Continue reading