Chapter 19

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I sat in the station and filled out documents for the next bully that Rick and I caught. McCoy is now on vacation and somewhere in Florida is now resting with his mother-in-law. Moreover, when he told me about it, I even shed a tear. Mother-in-law! This is a very scary word that scares many. And me too, even though I've never even been married. In general, while my partner is now suffering with another psychopath in Florida, I and Rick, who was put in my place, worked for the good of the state.

- Isaac! Gordon is calling you. - Rick told me - Come on, I'll finish the design.

- OK. Then let's have some beer.

- Okay. If only our bosses would not give us overtime.

- It's right.

Gordon was tired, not sleeping well, and, in my opinion, drenched in tobacco. I wonder who works harder: he or Betts?

- Did you call?

- Yes, come in. Have a seat. - and put the envelope in front of me.

- From the mayor's office, what is there?

- Read it. - He smiled and continued to read some papers.

- Come on…

The envelope contained another thanks from the mayor's office and the mayor, in particular, for their diligent service, and I was given a ticket to the Mediterranean. I heard about such vouchers, once a season there at the expense of patrons for health improvement and just a rest of a dozen or more police officers. There are the same vouchers for firefighters, doctors and a bunch of state employees.

"… I work nothing at all.

- Well, you're good at it. And you, by the way, according to our staff psychologist, need a rest of the mind. You've been working with us for almost six months. But during this time he experienced more stress than the average police officer, not only in other cities, but even here. You're just the lucky guy when it comes to our psychopaths.

- Yes, that's true. - I nodded, remembering my stats.

- In general, this year you were lucky. In the next one, such luck will hardly smile at you.

- I see. But there are two tickets here.

- Since you do not have a family, the mayor's office has foreseen that perhaps you will take someone with you. You just need to submit information about the second passenger in advance.

- OK, thanks. - I was about to escape from his office like ...

- Just do not forget to drop in to the personnel department, accounting, my deputy, to a staff psychologist ...

- Hey Hey! Why go to them?

- Bureaucracy. - Gordon smiled slightly.

The main disadvantage of this world is not supervillains, but superbureaucracy. Perhaps the supervillains moved into this sphere precisely because they did not want to go through all this turbidity in ordinary life? And what is the way out. If I remain unemployed, I'll post an ad: "A young but promising villain looking for a job. Please call by phone ... "

- I see. - I sighed heavily and trudged along the set route.

Still, bureaucracy is a terrible thing ... Or have I already said that?

After settling all the issues, I called Kat, wanted to invite her to fly with me, but alas, she has important trials in court, and then they go with their sister and nephew on some kind of tour, which they had promised the baby for a long time. In general, I was in flight. So after ten days I boarded the plane alone.

It was a VIP class, neither I nor my colleagues had ever flown with it. Therefore, first of all, I banged a whiskey for a couple with one old-timer from our site. And the most offensive thing is that we started drinking just over Gibraltar, and when we had almost finished the first bottle, the shaking began. We were told that it just happens to be turbulence.

And we believed it, because it passed in a few minutes. Another half hour of summer and new turbulence began. My neighbor complained about the road, but I got the feeling that something was wrong and it did not let me down. In the window I saw that one wing was on fire. And I realized that my rest was covered with a copper basin.

And so it happened, we have already put on inflatable vests and oxygen masks. The pilots tried to land the plane on the water, but they got a long stopping distance, and as a result, half of the passengers were knocked out of the load on the body.

But I didn't, I had at least some preparation.

Therefore, while the flight attendants were inflating the rescue boats, I helped with some other passengers to get our "colleagues" out of the already burning plane.

We got everyone out. I was the last to leave the plane; a boat with two pilots was waiting for me below.

But I could not go down.

Halfway down the ladder, an explosion occurred, which threw me into the sea. And I passed out.

Gotham City. two weeks later.

Betcave.