Put simply: “Proactive” policing.
10
Y MINUS 20
SHREVEPORT, LOUISIANA
There was already a keg at Captain Taggart’s party when Trooper Macmillan arrived, dressed in a golf shirt and Levi Dockers.
Macmillan made the rounds. There were a lot of guys he didn’t get to see often because they were off when he was on, and vice-versa. There was also a fairly hot blonde and some other chicks present, mingling. He would have to check them out before long.
He got absorbed in a story Trooper Beale was telling about catching two queers going at it at a rest stop. Everybody laughed themselves silly. Then when the story was over, they got in a competition over who could tell the funniest faggot jokes. Macmillan had a few that got everybody howling.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to find Captain Taggart, in a loud Hawaiian shirt and shorts, holding a beer.
“Let me have a word with you, Macmillan,” the Captain said.
Macmillan followed him around the swimming pool, past the tool shed to the corner of the wooden privacy fence surrounding the back yard. His mind churned through possible reasons for this special attention. He decided it must be about the Texan he’d left on the side of the highway with a dead battery. The civilian must have complained. Somebody looked the citation up, found he’d been pulled over for tinted windows, and decided Macmillan had gone too far this time. Macmillan kept his cool and began formulating a probable cause story in his mind to justify the traffic stop.
The captain faced him and asked him a few questions about if he was enjoying the cookout and so forth. Then he said, “I’ve been looking over your productivity, and you’ve been exceptional, Jason. Just exceptional. You’ve been consistently proactive since you’ve been on patrol.”
This didn’t sound so bad. Maybe Taggart was praising him as a preamble to warning him to dial it down a notch, after the battery guy from Texas.
“When I pull a trooper aside for a one-on-one,” Taggart said, smiling faintly, “it’s usually one of two reasons. One is if he’s not being proactive enough. I give him the usual talk about how each trooper should generate enough revenue to pay his own salary, and all that.” He paused to chuckle, slapping Macmillan on the shoulder. “That’s not the problem here, Jason, so don’t worry. The other reason is to feel somebody out for possible promotion. That doesn’t happen nearly as often. Both of those take place on duty, when we’re in uniform.”
“Is this job-related?” Macmillan asked, confused.
Taggart took a conspiratorial look around. “Yeah. In a way. There’s this program…” He paused to purse his lips for a moment. “Every so often, federal law enforcement takes a look at the Highway Patrol in different states. What they like about state and local police is that you’re proven on the job. You’ve got a track record already; you’ve been screened for medical and all the other stuff. So they come down and look over entrance exams, psych profiles, interview transcripts and notes, performance reviews and the whole nine yards. Well, this time you were one of the troopers they took an interest in. A short list of badge numbers got handed to me and they’re waiting on me to pick who I think the best candidate is. I don’t know if I’m the tiebreaker vote or exactly how much weight they’ll give my recommendation. I’ve never been in this position before.”
Macmillan mulled this over. He wasn’t in trouble at all.
I’d hate to lose you,” Taggart went on, “but I wouldn’t want to deny you the opportunity, either. Think you might be interested?”
“Yeah. I would,” Macmillan said. His strict enforcement was getting him rewarded, not punished!
“It’s a bigger pond,” Taggart said. “Probably harder to get noticed. But then there’s probably a lot more avenues to advancement than here, too.”
“Sounds great,” Macmillan said.
“Word to the wise, though,” Taggart said, expression and tone now turning a bit stern. “The Feds are really touchy about all this diversity stuff. The big thing right now is sexual orientation. You have to kind of jump on the band wagon. They don’t tolerate homophobia and they don’t play around when it comes to that.”
It only took Macmillan a moment to make the adjustment. “Consider me an advocate, then.”
Macmillan would march in the next Gay Pride parade, if necessary. For this opportunity, giving somebody a blowjob wasn’t even completely out of the question.
“And of course it’s the same for women and coloreds,” Taggart said.
“I love niggers, sir. And I was just thinking we need more women on the State Police.”
They both shared a good laugh.
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