As it Should Be

Chapter 1 - Part 7

 The night life that congregated throughout the city ranged from overwhelmingly bougie to disgustingly dirty. But it was their job as police officers to treat each person the same, regardless of looks or smells. Which at this moment was much easier said than done as they approached one of their "regulars". Jamison was face down on the concrete, fast asleep and reeking of alcohol, garbage, and urine; the general smell of homelessness. Cory and Cam approached him casually radioing in their progress. "We have a skinny male, Caucasian. Approx. 6'2''. Name is Jamison Delaney."

"Copy that 413224."

Cam used his boot to gently nudge Jamison, not wanting to have to swap his gloves later. Jamison didn't budge. Cory sighed as he came the rest of the distance, having hung back to report their progress while simultaneously steering clear of the smell.

"Come on Jamison, man. It's time to get up. Get to one of the shelters or find another space that isn't in the middle of the walkway."

Jamison stirred, cracking an eye open before closing it again.

"Officers be advised we have received an anonymous tip regarding a bomb threat at the Memorial Coliseum. All available units please make your way there to assist with the evacuation."

"A bomb threat? When's the last time we had a bombing?" Cory muttered to Cam.

"Since never. It's always just a threat, but we have to act like every threat is the real deal. We'll see you later Jamison!" Cam pivoted heading back to the squad car. "Find yourself somewhere else to sleep bud." Cory called out as he hurried away.