out on the streets

Last weekend, from a Peckinpah movie, Littlegirlcop learned that no price can be placed on the bounty of the lord but the devil's bounty, on the other hand, is never free and rarely inexpensive. Murphy fantasized about delivering "the bounty of the lord" speech to some john or junkie he'd arrested right after reading them their Miranda rights. Sadly, these days, he never got to arrest anyone. Sometime they'd invite him to ride along on a bust but that too a was a rare occurance. That was the biggest problem with working in the online crimes devision. He and Marty and the other geek cops did have their share of fun and excitement, but all there stake-outs happened on their monitors, and there investigations involved sifting, crunching and surfing their way thought piles of data. If they chased a perp down an alley, it was virtually.

If he had to, Littlegirlcop could beat most of his colleagues on a chase down an alley, and he was a pretty good shot too, better than most, even though his gun was almost always at home in the gun safe, save for a twice monthly trip to the shooting range and some regular cleanings. While Murphy knew his work was appreciated by the boys downtown, he couldn't help be jealous of his coworker out on the streets, because when Murphy decided to be a cop, when he was a kid, that was what he saw himself doing.

That weekend Murphy also learned that asymtotics was the study of mathematical functions when the input values approach infinity. Not in a million years would that young cop wanna-be think he'd be reading math books for fun. Or kissing boys for that matter.