Lieutenant (Joan) Harrison

Lieutenant Harrison felt side lined, wearing the standard blue duty pants and shirt, armed with a walkie talkie and regular duty belt instead of her tactical gear and SWAT combat outfit as she walked around the public event checking in on the extra officers brought in for the event.

"It's like she wants this to be Fullujah or something," one officer, a woman from traffic whispered to her partner when she thought Harrison was out of ear shot.

Harrison didn't say anything. It was better to appear as an over eager SWAT officer and military veteran then to let on the real reason she was pissed off. Vicky had left her, she couldn't let her personal life get in the way, but Vicky her girlfriend had left her because she was too much of a pervert to stand any more. Harrison was a bit of rubberist, she loved dressing up for Vicky and when Vicky dressed up for her... but it seemed Vicky only tolerated it as part of being a couple... Well Vicky broke up with her last week and told her that she hated every minute of wearing rubber.

A voice caused her to look over, it was a little girl with her father. She was saying something about wanting to be a police officer when she grew up. The father smiled at her, then picked up his daughter and whispered to her something that made the girl giggle. The pair then moved, leaving Harrison to look at her reflection in the mirrored window behind where they had stood.

Harrison's training automatically cataloged every detail about her appearance; Five foot eight inches, ten inches with the boot heels and uniform cap, slim, strong, long brown hair in a bun, hazel eyes and a vague resemblance to Disney's Princess Belle.

A scream brought Harrison back to reality.