Police chief criptfeind sighed, then glanced again at the nine folders before him. His gaze moved up and over the faces of those represented therein. New recruits all, fresh from the academy. He took a long draw from his cigarette, and began to speak.
"This morning I received an anonymous tip, with some rather, well, unfortunate implications."
Quizzical looks, some fidgeting. Nothing telling. Nothing he could work with.
"It seems that two of you are being paid off by the local mafia."
A gasp or two, surreptitious glances. They're too green, he thought. All of them dropping scumtells left and right.
"In light of this, the nine of you will be working together on your first assignment. A sort of trial by fire. You see, I can't have traitors on the force. Won't stand for it. Your mission will be to root out the traitors and see them executed. We'll do one execution every evening. Whoever the majority thinks is scum gets to take a trip to the morgue, then you can all go home for the night, and we'll do it again the next day. If you're serious about this job, you keep showing up and you root out the scum."
Outright shock on most of their faces. One or two of them looked like they'd be sick. Still nothing that would allow him to cut this short before it even began. Ah well. One doesn't get to be Chief of Bay12 Police by coddling newbies.
"The investigation starts now. Good luck."
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