Characters: Chief Smith.
Setting: During the manga.
Summary: Chief Smith is a hard taskmaster, but only because he cares about his people.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Bluster’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Chief Smith was a man of average size but with the voice of a drill sergeant. He yelled at his men, cursed them for being lazy and incompetent, hounded them incessantly because the last thing New York cops needed was mollycoddling. He knew, because when he was younger he’d worked the streets just as the men and women under his command did now.
He never let up on them, because the moment they lost their edge, grew complacent, that was when they’d get their fool selves killed. He didn’t want to lose any of them. They could all be a pain in the ass, Laytner especially, but they were damned good men and women. He was proud of each and every one of them. Not that he’d ever say that to their faces, wouldn’t do for their heads to get any bigger than they already were; Laytner would never get through the door!
Besides, they didn’t expect him to go easy on them. He was their boss, their captain; it was his job to keep them in line. He pushed them hard because as good as they already were he knew they could be better. This wasn’t a job where they could afford to rest on their laurels; the citizens of New York deserved their best efforts, whether they were handling parking violations or investigating a homicide. If he had to yell at them to make sure they put everything they had into their jobs, so be it. Yelling was one thing he excelled at.
Deep down he suspected they knew it was mostly bluster. They were all so young, so idealistic, so determined to make the city a safer place, and he loved them for it. They griped about him being a hard taskmaster, but they loved him too.