Post by Kellan Braeburn on Oct 11, 2006 21:20:58 GMT
The North Retter Police Precinct stands proud upon Oliver Street in the very heart of the city. The complete antithesis of the station in the Spiral, the precinct is well-maintained, regularly cleaned by the staff on a daily basis. The information desk is immaculately polished to welcome visitors and witnesses. The walls are neatly masked in posters and leaflets which are smothered with telephone numbers for various help lines, and the secretary at the desk always wears a cheerful smile upon her face, ready to do the best that she can to aid those who seek her expertise.
The open offices of detectives are as unique as the individuals that they house. Some of the work spaces are clear, with piles of reports neatly stacked and arranged into order, ready to be handed to officials when the time arrives - although others are strewn with endless reams of paper, plastic coffee cups sitting in helter-skelter towers, ready to collapse with the shortest notice onto both floor and paperwork.
The interview rooms, lined up neatly down one of the main corridors are spacious, and guarded with great care by humble security wardens. The jail cells are also cleaned regularly, although this small luxury offers no solace to those who are forced to be confined in the lonely spaces until loved ones or friends can scrape together enough money bail them out from their latest mistake.
But no amount of disinfectant can eradicate the corruption that has been wound into the force over the years - although the level of degeneration in the North pales in comparison to that of the South.
The open offices of detectives are as unique as the individuals that they house. Some of the work spaces are clear, with piles of reports neatly stacked and arranged into order, ready to be handed to officials when the time arrives - although others are strewn with endless reams of paper, plastic coffee cups sitting in helter-skelter towers, ready to collapse with the shortest notice onto both floor and paperwork.
The interview rooms, lined up neatly down one of the main corridors are spacious, and guarded with great care by humble security wardens. The jail cells are also cleaned regularly, although this small luxury offers no solace to those who are forced to be confined in the lonely spaces until loved ones or friends can scrape together enough money bail them out from their latest mistake.
But no amount of disinfectant can eradicate the corruption that has been wound into the force over the years - although the level of degeneration in the North pales in comparison to that of the South.