This choice: Just out of the Academy, now on to TFPD academy for specialized training. • Go Back...Chapter #5Just out of the Academy, now on to TFPD academy. by: Mr. George   The sergeant struts up and down in front of you. "I know you want to be the deep cover informant, courageously masquerading as some figure from the inner circle of some criminal family." He pauses, as you stand at attention eager to appear eager.
"Well, it's not all glorious and glamarous. You need to pass convincingly in a number of different forms." He stares deep into your eyes, his face inches from yours, "The smallest mistake could destroy your disguise, and reveal you as a TFPD officer."
He shakes his head, as you open your mouth to answer.
"I know you're willing to take that risk."
Those weren't the words you were going to say, but you keep quite nonetheless.
"You should know that revealing yourself while disguised can leave you very vulnerable and exposed to particularly cruel punishments from the most perverted of minds."
Again you go to open your mouth, but he again dismisses you without allowing you to speak.
"You can show your determination, by picking one of these final training disguises." He held out four syringes in a safety stand. Each one with no visible markings.
"Think of this as your graduation test, Rookie. One will transform you into a mare, to serve one week in the mounted division. Another will leave you rather curvaceous, and horny..."
He shrugged, "And the rest, well. I'll leave them as a surprise."
"If you get through your trial period without being discovered, you'll have completed your training, and be assigned a partner."
You truly don't want to be the horse, but to be a horny woman doesn't appeal either, and you have to wonder how long you'll have to keep that form to pass the final test.
Certainly you can see the vulnerability if you're discovered while hidden as a mare. It's hard not to...
"Well come on, Rookie, I haven't got all day." He shakes the stand impatiently waiting for you to select your vial of nanites. You act decisively, it's blind choice in any case. As you pluck one from the rack. It feels ominously heavy in your hand, as you ready yourself to inject it.
"Not yet." The sergeant barks dismissively, "If I see you now, where's the challenge."
He nods towards another officer walking into the room. He's dressed smartly in his uniform, shoulders back with a proud swagger to his walk. He salutes the departing sergeant, "I'm Officer Cordoba." he says introducing himself, the TFPD badge proudly pinned to his chest.
"I hope you chose wisely Rookie."
You look at the vial wondering the exact same thing yourself.
"I'm here to take you to your first assignment, whether that's in the stables, or on the streets."
You hear the door swish shut as the sergeant leaves. The wait intensifying as you look to your future locked into that vial in your palm.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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