Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24857097-20150115050415/@comment-24857097-20150123153752

The police commissioner was back in his office a few hours later, stressed out about the whole deal. He knew this was going to happen, but there's nothing he could do. As much as he wanted to keep his officers well trained against random attacks, a few things got in the way: government and money.

It's probably pointless to do so, but he decided to write back.

Dear General,

''It's true that while the police department had since been on par with your military, we have faced severe budget cuts lately as decided by the government. As a result of these cuts, our very best officers resorted to crime to satisfy their needs and we have less resources than before. Whatever old war horses we have left have been trying to fill in the gaps, but it's not very simple to do so in a matter of days.''

''Yes, it's true we have been lacking in what you just described lately. It all comes down to one thing, money. Since you're a private organization, you didn't have to deal with the whole government and their decisions. The police department serves to the people, and the people decided to cut our budget.''

''We really want our current generation to be as strong as the previous generation. Unfortunately, my hands are tied when it comes to the government. I hope you can understand that General.''

Sincerely,

Commissioner Gordon

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The siblings are back in the dorms sitting on their beds, everything cleaned and repaired. They have been discussing about the events that had happened. They also received a call from the commissioner a while earlier describing what the letter was about, souring their mood further.

"Dammit, those budget cuts are biting us in the ass again Lyndsey."

"I know Ollie, but at least the program we went through helped us get here no?"

"True, but still. There were a lot of things we could've done, but we failed!"

"Blame the government, not ourselves."

"We're also military reservists! We could've done something..."

Lyndsey embraced Oliver once more, patting his back.

"Come on brother, just let it all out."

Oliver was at the verge of tears, angry tears. Lyndsey was trying her best at calming him down, but she knows that he won't be calm for a while. Anything that goes wrong will stick to his memory for a very long time, and the attack was one of them. He was an emotional wreck, he just let out an incoherent rant. He kept it quiet though, as to not bother the students in the other rooms.