Commander Lukeman walked to the bar at the end of the veranda.
"Have a seat, gentlemen."
He turned to the two young Officers.
"Would you like a drink?"
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"We are on duty, Sir," Officer Bradley reminder his Commander.
"Not as of this minute, you aren't.
Now what about that drink?"
"Beer for me, Sir," Officer Bradley said, uncomfortably.
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"I'll have what you are having Sir," Officer Temple whispered.
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Commander Lukeman Laughed as he walked back to the two young Officers.
"Gentlemen, relax. Right now we are not members of the RCMP. We are three men sitting on the veranda of a beautiful house in your new home village."
Officer Bradley smiled.
"Our transfers have come through, Sir?"
Commander Lukeman passed them their drinks.
"Yes. As of right now, both of you have a six month assignment, here in Tuckamore Bay."
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Tuckamore Bay
General FictionMatty Dove had 18 months to try and find a buyer for her late grandmother's lighthouse. A buyer who, she hoped, would not only buy the lighthouse, but love the village so much that they would invest time and money into saving the community. In 18 mo...
