07-27-2021, 11:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-30-2021, 12:41 PM by Albert Hailey.)
Oh great... a child
The grubby urchin appeared from the shadows, lit by the glow of Bert's patrol lamp. Dressed like a boy, but with surprisingly soft features. Bert's patience for children had long been exhausted by the antics of youthful gangs in the slums of his native Teeside. He'd been spat on countless times, and had his helmet be the target for cherubic slingshot marksmen. Not to mention that the crying of babes was a sound he deeply loathed.
"This is private property, not a playhouse." Bert answered sternly "Clear off 'ome. What would your parents say?"
The grubby urchin appeared from the shadows, lit by the glow of Bert's patrol lamp. Dressed like a boy, but with surprisingly soft features. Bert's patience for children had long been exhausted by the antics of youthful gangs in the slums of his native Teeside. He'd been spat on countless times, and had his helmet be the target for cherubic slingshot marksmen. Not to mention that the crying of babes was a sound he deeply loathed.
"This is private property, not a playhouse." Bert answered sternly "Clear off 'ome. What would your parents say?"
When constabulary duty's to be done...
