This choice: Go and ask Accipiter for some kind of help. Lance has no idea what he's doing. • Go Back... Lance looked at Camo, thinking through the offer to team up before he shook his head. "Sorry, Camo. I'm not one for patrols. Going to have a word with the captain," Lance replied.
"Oh... well, okay, sure," Camo replied, his face clearly falling a little. "Well, good luck with that," he added before turning and trotting over to another rookie.
Lance nodded his head and then turned away himself. The door to Accipiter's office beckoned. Surely the sergeant would take Lance's family into account and cut him a good deal, maybe a guarding job, those were much safer.
As the rookies chatted excitedly behind him Lance trotted up to the door and lifted his hoof, giving it a gentle knock. "Come in," Accipiter's voice replied.
The white unicorn took a deep breath and then pushed the door open and trotted through. "Sergeant,” Lance led with, snapping a smart salute as he stepped inside. Wandering green eyes took in the plain looking room, a few framed pictures the only real decoration besides the heavy oak desk Accipiter was sat behind.
The pegasi’s blue eyes were quick to narrow. “Cadet Lance,” he said slowly. “Shouldn’t you be out there with the other cadets?”
Lance swallowed, but he’d expected such a response. “I should, Sergeant… but I think that patrol would be a waste of my talents,” Lance declared, the only excuse he could summon up that didn’t make him sound pathetic.
A raised eyebrow was the first response from Accipiter, before he shuffled in his chair to a position where he could lean over the desk. “Too skilled for patrol…” Accipiter repeated, before bursting out laughing. “I saw your test results, cadet, you may be smart but you’re not ready for the big leagues. Go out and play with the other rookies.”
The unicorn frowned at those words. He couldn’t go on patrol now. They’d all be paired up and he’d have to head out alone. He’d committed to this path now. “And that’s exactly why I should be at a desk or an assistant or…” Lance replied, desperation edging into his voice.
“Assist…” Accipiter said slowly, shaking his head. “You want to assist?” The pegasus stood up, rising to his hind hooves and then setting his forehooves on the desk in front of him. “The son of Captain Strike wants to be an assistant?!” Accipiter bellowed, his hooves trembling… when suddenly he stopped. It was more unnerving than the anger for Lance as a small smile crossed Accipiter’s muzzle. “An assisant… investigator. Yes. Fine, cadet, you get your promotion. You’re being assigned to Investigations as a Trainee Investigator. They’re always clamouring for more horsepower.”
Lance blinked. His plan… worked? Surely being an investigator was less risky than being on patrol, right? And maybe they’d foist the paperwork on him and keep him out of harm’s way completely. “T-thank you, sir!” Lance said with a grin, snapping a salute.
“Now get out of my sight, TI. Don’t make me regret this by dying on your first case. Report to Inspector Sergeant Watcher, unless you find this disagreeable too. There is one last place I can reassign you,” Accipiter said, looking up with a grin across his muzzle.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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