Here's something short to read, it was going to be a big story but I don't think it has enough description ect.
"Sir, we've got a mugging in Red Light. Please respond."
Troy looked around his office for his good tie.
"Fuck..." he muttered, raising his hands, then lowering them with his fists clutched.
"Chief, are you the-"
He pushed a button on the handset on his desk and positioned his mouth above it's speakers, speaking clearly:
"Jane, you know the fucking meeting is today! Get a squad and deal with it!" he spoke, belittling her. Quickly, he cancelled the call and looked down. After fastening his tie around his neck, he placed his blue, black and yellow cap firmly on his head and got in his car that was parked convienently outside of the station.
He started the engine and took out phone. He dialed in a number and pressed the glass to his ear. It was the early Winter and his car was freezing up. Troy spoke into the phone.