"Death Is The Solution To All Problems. No Man - No Problem." -Joseph Stalin
The town of Spring City was not very big. With a population of only 1483 people as of the 2010 census, it was less of a city and really more of a town. The kind of town one passes through to get to a different town, the type of small, suburban, area that many people wouldnt look twice at. It was normal.
In a town as commonplace as Spring City, there was a small police force just as ordinary. A police station was located in the middle of the town, home to three squad cars, and the sherrifs jeep. Altogether seven officers worked there, because any more would be wasted. There was Jason Mcallister, a rookie officer with six weeks on the job after passing the police exams. Fresh out of highschool only two years prior, the twenty year old ex-Quarter back for the Spring City Wolfpack was said to have been destined for a proffesional career in football, but two months before the end of the season, during his senior year, he suffered an open fracture of the tibia -- or shinbone. His fibula, the long thin bone running between the ankle and the knee, had broken through his skin entirely. The fracture resulted in the broken edges of the bone being forced through the skin. As the medics rushed the field to aide the star athlete, it was clear from then way his leg was half-hanging to his body by what was left of the torn and ripped skin of his leg, that his career was over. Two years later, after intense physical therapy, it didnt matter that he could walk again, or run even. The scouts were gone, and he landed where he is now, sitting at the desk of an office that hardly gets a call, drinking a glass of coffee, black with no sugar or cream.
Officer's Mort and Mack McGinnigan were twin brothers, age twenty seven years old. Each from the same blue collar family, they had left the town they were raised in , a small city in mississippi, when they turned eighteen, and moved to Spring City in pursuit of a job. Due to their lack of higher education, the two men ended up at the Spring City Police Academy, which, despite its name was really only a simple seven day course of standard tests. Now, seven years after they had became officers, they were patrolling the town. Since nothing ever actually happened in town however, the two brothers could usually be found at the local Bar and Grill, eating and flirting with the waitresses.
Rebecca Hillsworth was fourty two, one of the more senior officers, having worked with the force for fifteen years, having attended the local community college for five years after graduation, in an attempt to earn her law degree, she eventually ran out of money and was forced to drop out and move back to the two story home she still shared with her now elderly parents and kid brother Leo. Now she was at home, her night off, taking care of her now seventy year old parents, who both had cancer, lung and brain, repectively,
The last two officers could be found at the same place they were when they werent home or at work, the old Star Saloon, a western themed bar on the highway at the edge of town. As it was a bit of a tourist attraction, Officers Leo Hillsworth and Tommy Armstrong spent quite a bit of time drinking sarsaparilla with various alchoholic additions, while "playing the game" as Leo liked to call it, seducing the wide array of twenty somethings that often found themselves wondering into the old west wanna be.
Unlike his sister, Leonard Hillsworth never wanted to be a lawyer, never wanted to go to college, but he had always wanted to be a cop. His dream job was to wear a badge, drink booze and hit on young attractive females, so to him, at the age of thirty-four, he had everything going for him. Thomas "Tommy" Armstrong was much the same, at thirty he was glad to have the perks of being law enforcement, without ever having to use any of the training he hadnt payed much attention to when he passed the Academy nine years ago.
Finally, the last member of the towns small police force was Maximillion Roberts, however most people simply called him Sherrif Max. Having grown up in the town, he graduated from its high school, Star Creek, when he was seventeen and at the top of his class with honors. Max went on to become a marine for nearly two decades, before retiring at age thirty-seven. Max Roberts was done with the military and so he moved back home, haunted by the years he had served in the wars that had erupted in those 19 years. When he came home he purchased the house where he grew up, before his parents had died when he was twenty-two, and applied for his job at the local police force, now, twenty years later, the fifty-seven year old sherrif was still in great physical condition, still smart as a whip, and his reflexes were great, thanks to his diciplined lifestyle and diet. Not that it matter, he never needed any of it anyway, because nothing bad ever happened in Spring City aside from the occasional high school pranks or vandalism, a speeding ticket was given out every other week. For the most part the town was a ahven, the people who lived there didnt live in fear of crime. It was the ideal part of the world, blocked off for the 1500 people who lived there. The safe haven of Spring City had never been interupted, until tonight, when Officer Mcalliser was called by Mrs. Danvers on 3rd St. to say that she had just found two dead bodies. She reported that both of them were wearing police uniforms, and Justins face paled.