“Ha, not so cocky now, are we? Surprised my plan actually worked?” I quipped to Richard, my partner, whose bound body was laying in front of me. I’m not going to lie, I was saying it to myself just as much as to him. Although I wasn’t finished yet, I'd captured only two of the three colleagues on duty that night, it had gone way smoother than I had expected.
But I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I? You’ve probably got no clue what on earth I’m talking about. Yeah, I tend to do that, which is why they offered me a position at our newly formed cybercrimes unit. So I don’t have to talk to civilians anymore, they were getting confused quite often. Oh, I’m police officer Dave Davids, by the way. (Yeah, yeah, my name, it’s funny, I get it. Just get it out of your system, so we can move on. Thanks, dad… )
So, tonight was my last shift. Now, our department has a little… peculiar going away ritual. You and your partner get assigned to the dullest shift we have, the night shift at our depot, along with two other officers. Somewhere during that shift, they gang up on you, and you’ll get tied up. Then, you’ll get dragged down to the precinct, still tied up, and you’ll be put on a table in the middle of our canteen. Then everyone gathers, the chef gives a speech, and everyone gets cake and coffee.
Except you of course, because you’ll still be tied up. You just lay there, being a decoration piece, while everyone is talking about you. When the break is over and everyone is going back to work, your partner unties you, escorts you out of the building, and delivers you home by a police car. All without ever tasting a single crumble of cake.
It’s a strange tradition, I know. And I had no intention of being tied up by my colleagues. Sure, I actually liked being tied up in my spare time, but not by these three!
My partner, Richard, had a bit of a sadistic streak in him, he was known to go too far sometimes. He was one of those cops who liked that feeling of being in control of a suspect. We didn’t get along that well, I was way more of a ‘by-the-book’ type of cop than he was, and we had had a major conflict about that last month, in which the chef actually had supported me. He wasn’t happy about that.
Then there was Brian, who is the silent workhorse of the unit. He had worked there longer than anyone else and was perfectly content with his simple job. But I’ve seen his ropework and I really don’t want to experience that! I’ve never seen such a tight hogtie with so much rope as our last colleague that left had to endure. Only his head, fingers, and socks were visible! It took half an hour to get him untied!
And last but not least, Cliff, our youngest officer. He was fresh out of the army, built like a brick. We had to get a new uniform made just for him, because he kept tearing out of our other ones. He just didn’t really fit in them. He also has a fondness for that army style of practical humor and a knack for getting others involved in that as well.
So, quite a dangerous combo, which is why I didn’t want to subject myself to the usual capturing ritual. I had been planning to surprise them for a month already, ever since I heard of my transfer. Want to know how I got these two captured so easily? Well, let me tell you…