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Chapter 4 by WaterWaterWaterWaterMan WaterWaterWaterWaterMan

What happened next?

Makoto was the only woman in the program

Makoto walked into the police station, looking around in awe at everything around her. She saw men and women in uniform as they did their jobs, mostly just passing paperwork off to the desk clerks or moving prisoners into temporary cells. The sounds of alarms and phone calls were a chaos Makoto was prepared for, something she wanted to be apart of. She felt uniquely emotional as she only ever saw a police station previously as a kid with her father, before her had passed away.

But she held back her tears. She was a big girl now, ready to serve in justice’s name.

Makoto saw the receptionist, idly typing something on his computer. Makoto walked up to the man with a bright, naive smile on her face.

“Hello, I’m Makoto Niijima. I’m here for the student police training program.”

The receptionist looked up at the brunette with a skeptical look on his face. He looked back down at his computer monitor and assumingely typed in Makoto’s name.

“Hmm, you’re a first…” He said in mild shock.

“What do you mean first?” Makoto asked. She was taken aback by the man’s shocked look. She was expecting indifference or at least some encouragement, but shock? Makoto found this odd.

“The programs in the room to your left, down the hall. They’re about to start soon.”

“O-Oh okay!” Makoto stammered.

Still hung up on the receptionist’s look of disbelief upon seeing her, Makoto simply walked over to the door where the program was being held. She tried to push back the eerie uncertainty the man at the desk had given her with her own eagerness. She was brimming with excitement, daydreaming about what she’d be learning for the program.

She without hesitation opened the door to the program room, revealing a large classroom like area.

Inside were ten’s of men, men that were about the same age as Makoto. In front of the class was an older gentleman, a man with white hair and a beard. He looked rugged, and stonewalled, like a sergeant in the military.

The younger men all looked back at Makoto almost simultaneously, looking at her like she was a unicorn in the forest, much to her dismay and slight discomfort.

“Wait, a girl’s in the program?”

“She’s really sexy looking!”

“Her, a police officer? No way!”

As Makoto quickly scanned the remainder of the room, she realized that she was the only woman there!

What happened next?

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