July 11th, 2023
Jersey City, New Jersey

At 6:00 AM, an alarm rang loudly in a dark apartment in Jersey City. A hand groggily turned it off from under the covers. The woman occupying the bed slowly rose from the mattress, revealing her naked body. She swung her legs to the floor, stood up, and slowly moved across the floor. She stopped in front of a mirror and looked at herself with a smile. "Good morning, beautiful!" She said. She entered the bathroom and proceeded to take a shower.

She emerged from the bathroom fresh for the day. She opened her closet, pulled out her uniform, and clothed herself. "Officer Rosalyn Trippiani reporting for duty!" She thought to herself.

Rosalyn left her apartment and descended to the subterranean garage of the complex, helmet in arm. She made her way to a red motorcycle parked in the corner. She donned her helmet and mounted the bike and started it up. It roared to life as she pulled out of the parking spot to head off to the Precinct.

It was shaping up to be a beautiful day in New Jersey, with the sun barely breaking over the horizon. The streets were nearly empty as Rosalyn sped down the street. She felt daring. She started to shift her weight to the back of the bike and it rose off the ground. Steadying her balance, she rode down the street at a death defying speed. As she approached a yellow light at an intersection, she quickly got the front wheel on the street and skidded to a halt.

She stopped dead at the line and had a death grip on her handle bars. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She was breathing heavily and shook as she slowly looked around. "I hope to God no one saw that." She whispered. The light turned green as she slowly drove off.

She arrived at the Precinct ten minutes later and parked behind the building. She entered through the back and was greeted warmly by Dallas Koenig, a fellow officer. He was a Texas born German immigrant who was built like an ox. Rumor around the department is that he can lift a small compact car off the ground, but no one knows for sure. "Guten morgen!" He said in German.

"Buongiorno!" She responded in Italian. She smiled at him as she grabbed a cup of coffee. "Did you have a good night?"

"It was long. I was here from 8 in the morning to 11 at night. I was just swamped with paperwork all night." He responded.

"Poor guy. But that's the cost of protecting people, right?" Rosalyn said. Dallas laughed. "Oh well, today's a new day. And new crimes, so be alert." She started to walk towards the front desk as she was interrupted by her Sergeant.

"Morning Officer Trippiani," he said.

"Morning," She responded. "What's up?"

He cleared his throat. "We received a call this morning not so long ago about a loud disturbance that sounded like a motorcycle racing at dangerous speeds. That wouldn't be you would it?"

Rosalyn turned red. "It might have sir. I'm sorry, it won't happen again." She sulked away into the back room.

Later that morning, Dallas approached Rosalyn with the day's patrol routes. "It looks like we're on patrol together. Ready?"

"Alright, let's go then." They left the precinct and approached a cruiser. "You drive Dal." They got in and Dallas pulled away from the precinct.

It was quiet in the cruiser, save for the radio traffic of the police blotter. Rosalyn was watching the city pass by from her seat. Dallas sighed loudly. "What's the matter big guy?"

"It's been very peaceful. I want some action!" Dallas yelled.

"Oh don't worry," She said. "Take advantage of the tranquility to clear your head."

Just then, a voice came on the radio, preceded by static. "Officer Trippiani," It said. "Listen to me carefully. I want to meet you later on the east side of the city."

Rosalyn grabbed the radio and spoke. "Who is this? This is a police frequency. Are you aware everyone can hear you? You are in serious trouble if you do not stop this instant."

"I am aware of that. That's why I singled out your device. You cannot speak to anyone else but me. I have a very important message for you. You must come alone at 5:30 PM at the location I am sending to you. We will talk later." It then went back to regular radio traffic.

Rosalyn sat there stunned. She clicked on the radio. "This is Officer Trippiani. Did any other units receive a transmission addressed to me? Over." Other officers chimed in saying they didn't. She sat in silence.

"Are you alright Roz?" Dallas asked.

"...No. I'm actually scared." She sat back in her seat and got a chill.

"Well he said come alone, but I'll be nearby when the time comes." Dallas reassured her.

It was time for Rosalyn to meet her mysterious liaison. She pulled up in the cruiser with Dallas and left the car to go into the alleyway. She had her hand on her pistol as she slowly walked down the alley. "Alright, I'm here!" She yelled. No one answered. She yelled again. There still no answer. She turned around and saw an old man standing there. "Sir, I'm JCPD. Can I assist you?"

"Oh, I was looking for the nearby Subway. Do you by chance know where it is?" The old man asked.

"Yes, just around the corner here. Have a good day sir." She said. I guess he's not showing up, she thought. She watched the old man leave the alley when all of a sudden he was jumped!

"Give me all your money, Geezer!" the robber yelled.

Roz sprang into action. "Jersey City Police! Freeze!" She unholstered her pistol and aimed at the assailant. He ran away and she gave pursuit. He ran down another alley which happened to be a dead end. She cornered him and aimed at his head. "Drop the gun!" She yelled. He dropped his gun and she slowly approached him. She reached to secure him with her hand cuffs when he swung at her. He struck her on the chin and sent her down to the ground, dropping her gun. She got back up and looked at him.

"You ain't taking me to jail, Bitch!" He yelled. He tried to punch her again, but she sidestepped and grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. He then slammed his head into her face and knocked her back. They faced each other and traded blows. Roz dodged as the robber threw punches at her.

Then, the robber slipped up. He over stepped when he threw a punch and she hooked his arm and swept his legs, sending him down to the pavement. She restrained him and cuffed him. "By authority of the State of New Jersey, you are under arrest for attempted robbery. You have the right to..." Just then she was interrupted by applause.

"Well done." It was the old man. "You've proven yourself against one of my best men. Allow me to introduce myself." He then tore his mask off. "My name is Commander Carlos Heider with the International Special Police Force. We've been watching you and we think your skills can benefit us."

"Wait, what did you say?" Rosalyn asked in a confused tone. Commander Heider approached her. She started to back up. He pulled out a card.

"This has an address and a number on it. Call the number and go to this address when we tell you, if you're interested. For now, consider it. Lives may depend on it." He then helped his assistant up. "You made a mistake. We must correct that. We're going to send you back to training immediately." They then vanished without a trace. Roz stood there as she looked at the card.

Then Dallas ran down the alley. "Are you alright Roz?"

"Yeah," she said, wiping her lip of blood. She then pocketed the card in her breast pocket. "Let's leave."

Later that night, after she got home, Roz took off her shirt and took the card out of her pocket. Her tank top was stained with some blood from earlier today. She looked at the card. She thought long about it. Then she took out her cell phone and called the number. The phone rang and on the other side someone picked up. "Hello?"

"This is Rosalyn Trippiani. I'm interested."

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