The police department was almost completely abandoned the morning after the resignations. Salem's anti-crime initiative had failed, even with the help of the most elite crime fighters from across the globe.
What would become of the city?
Koksa had about a month's worth of savings to hold her over until she would be forced to go back to the Old Country. She arrived in America to ensure the safety of her children and their children for generations, but now, it appeared as though they would have to go through the same struggle as her. Perhaps it was for the greater good after the corruption allegations.
Exactly 24 hours after her resignation, Koksa stood outside the police department and sighed. Years of memories were made in this place, yet it had been tainted by the circumstances. The conflicting emotions regarding the way to handle this transition affected Koksa's sleep.
Maybe the best form of closure was to look around inside one last time.
Koksa opened the doors to the department and breathed in a large whiff of air. It smelled like dust and office supplies. Home, sweet home.
The first floor cubicles reminded her of all the people employed to help make Salem a better place. Some of these people worked all throughout the night to respond to 911 calls, or to investigate criminal cases. Cold cases lay in the file cabinets, but not everything could be solved.
Suddenly, Koksa's nostalgia was interrupted by a loud thumping. Was someone inside this police department with her? Koksa ran to an office and hid behind a desk.
After a few minutes of waiting, it seemed as though the coast was clear.
"I know you're in here. Come out. I'm not looking for trouble."
Koksa's eyes bulged as she thought about the possible consequences of standing up. What if it was a trap? Was she going to be arrested for trespassin--oh. She decided, against her better judgment, to stand up.
Standing at the doorway of the office was an unarmed Mafia member wearing a bee hat under his Mafia hat. She didn't recognize him, but then again, she never really left her secretary desk except to fetch coffee for higher-ups.
"H-hello..," Koksa stuttered. "What do.. what do you want?"
"I'm guessing you're one of the secretaries?"
Koksa gulped. "Ye--yes, sir."
"This used to be quite a beautiful place," the Mafia member pondered. He laughed for a moment. "You'd probably expect me to say it's even more beautiful now that it's in ruins."
"I would, no? Your people... bring destruction."
"I think my people brought your people purpose, which was mutual. Every police department needs equal and opposite organized crime. What employs your officers without crime? And what gives my people a rush of adrenaline day by day? The police."
Koksa contemplated the words of a man she should have attacked the minute she saw. "Why--why you come here?"
"I need to find any information I can about a rival of ours, a crime boss named Il Liberatore. Do you happen to know where I could find any?"
A smile spread across Koksa's face as she started to walk over to a cabinet nearby. "We come to right place. It is right---"
Officer Lawson fired a single bullet into the head of his former officer from outside the office, then aimed his gun at the second Mafia member to break into his department.
Dr. Bees pulled out a pistol and fired a shot right before yelling "BASTARD" at the top of his lungs. Lawson fired a shot into his lung.
Exactly 24 hours after her resignation, Koksa stood outside the police department and sighed. Years of memories were made in this place, yet it had been tainted by the circumstances. The conflicting emotions regarding the way to handle this transition affected Koksa's sleep.
Maybe the best form of closure was to look around inside one last time.
Koksa opened the doors to the department and breathed in a large whiff of air. It smelled like dust and office supplies. Home, sweet home.
The first floor cubicles reminded her of all the people employed to help make Salem a better place. Some of these people worked all throughout the night to respond to 911 calls, or to investigate criminal cases. Cold cases lay in the file cabinets, but not everything could be solved.
Suddenly, Koksa's nostalgia was interrupted by a loud thumping. Was someone inside this police department with her? Koksa ran to an office and hid behind a desk.
After a few minutes of waiting, it seemed as though the coast was clear.
"I know you're in here. Come out. I'm not looking for trouble."
Koksa's eyes bulged as she thought about the possible consequences of standing up. What if it was a trap? Was she going to be arrested for trespassin--oh. She decided, against her better judgment, to stand up.
Standing at the doorway of the office was an unarmed Mafia member wearing a bee hat under his Mafia hat. She didn't recognize him, but then again, she never really left her secretary desk except to fetch coffee for higher-ups.
"H-hello..," Koksa stuttered. "What do.. what do you want?"
"I'm guessing you're one of the secretaries?"
Koksa gulped. "Ye--yes, sir."
"This used to be quite a beautiful place," the Mafia member pondered. He laughed for a moment. "You'd probably expect me to say it's even more beautiful now that it's in ruins."
"I would, no? Your people... bring destruction."
"I think my people brought your people purpose, which was mutual. Every police department needs equal and opposite organized crime. What employs your officers without crime? And what gives my people a rush of adrenaline day by day? The police."
Koksa contemplated the words of a man she should have attacked the minute she saw. "Why--why you come here?"
"I need to find any information I can about a rival of ours, a crime boss named Il Liberatore. Do you happen to know where I could find any?"
A smile spread across Koksa's face as she started to walk over to a cabinet nearby. "We come to right place. It is right---"
Officer Lawson fired a single bullet into the head of his former officer from outside the office, then aimed his gun at the second Mafia member to break into his department.
Dr. Bees pulled out a pistol and fired a shot right before yelling "BASTARD" at the top of his lungs. Lawson fired a shot into his lung.
----
Dr. Bees lay against the desk where Koksa's corpse lay, while Lawson lay against a cubicle outside the office. The two knew that the end was upon them.
"...Wh--why did you kill him?" Dr. Bees mustered out, referring to the death of previous police chief, Edward Bishop.
Lawson stared at the pool of blood below him, then looked up at the man who had killed him. "He wanted... change."
Silence filled the air as the person responsible for SKOOL and the person who fired the first bullet of this war lost consciousness.
----
Thank you, Bailey, for participating in Skool of Salem. Your win in the Haxball challenge as a solo player was astonishing and worth the effort. You took on the big names in gameshow history and did not settle for last place. As the season went on, your schedule filled with more and more, but you still made sure to help your team in any way possible. We hope you enjoyed your time on the gameshow.
Thank you, Zach, for participating in Skool of Salem. You were the only person to use idols, and you used two. You once again showed your dominance in challenges, similar to your run in CP College. Your efforts in helping reach a compromise in Challenge 3 was also admirable. However, right before the end, you had to take a leave to go to camp, taking victory out of your grasp. Regardless, we hope you will look back on Skool of Salem with fond memories.
The Challenge 8 post will be up tomorrow.
Thanks for reading if you took the time.
-Matt
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