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Date Posted: 13:34:05 07/16/09 Thu
Author: Adler
Subject: ::Unit 720::
In reply to: Sheriff Johns 's message, "When it Rains" on 10:18:13 07/16/09 Thu

A van pulled into the parking lot at about 8:30pm. It was black, with no markings, and tinted windows. The driver side door opened, and a man climbed out in uniform. No doubt an employee of the Training Facility in Germany. He disappeared around the side of the van, and returned minutes later, leash in hand, with a handsome fawn and black Belgian Malinois at his heel. A Bag was slung over the handler’s shoulder, his frame slightly distorted from the weight. The man glanced around, scanning the town curiously as the dog stood quietly at his side, ears perked forward, bright eyes watching his handler. Then they were headed toward the PD, opening the door, and speaking to the nighttime receptionist. “I’m here for Sheriff Johns.” The man’s voice was so heavily accented the woman had to ask him to repeat himself again. When she finally understood him, she directed him to a seat, and called back to seth.

Adler remained focused on his handler and his surroundings the entire time, perking his ears forward, or back, as people milled around. It was late at night, and the small town didn’t have a whole lot of crime, so the PD was quiet. Only when his handler settled himself into an uncomfortable plastic chair, did Adler finally settle himself on his haunches. His carriage erect, his stance proud, sure of himself.

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Replies:

When it Rains -- Sheriff Johns, 18:14:33 07/16/09 Thu
- ::Unit 720: -- Adler, 10:58:53 07/19/09 Sun
  - When it Rains -- Sheriff Johns, 21:43:18 07/20/09 Mon
    - ::Unit 720: -- Adler, 03:37:13 07/26/09 Sun
      - When it Rains -- Sheriff Johns, 12:08:59 07/28/09 Tue