Justine absentmindedly flicked through a magazine while waiting for Governor Denning to see her. The Governor really needed some new reading material – she was pretty sure she’d read this same magazine on her earlier visit to his office two weeks ago, when she had come for an interview. In an effort to alleviate the shortage of police officers, but unable to increase their uniformed force due to budgetary restraints, the state of Hawaii had established a new program whereby civilians would be recruited into the police force to take over administration duties, freeing up the ‘real’ police to do what they were trained for. These civilians wouldn’t be fully fledged law enforcement officers, although in certain circumstances, they would have the authority to detain suspects.
She had applied and been accepted into the program and had spent the last six months learning how to shoot, improving her physical fitness and studying the laws of the state of Hawaii and their corresponding codes. She’d barely scraped through the firearms course and would have to undergo further training should she have successfully completed the program, but she was hopeful that this call from the Governor meant she had passed and would result in a job offer. Justine was hoping for a posting to Honolulu Police Department, close to where she lived, but one of the other districts would be fine. She had always wanted to be a police officer – this was the next best thing, and at least she wouldn’t have to wear the ugly uniform.
Justine breathed deeply to calm her nerves and tried to concentrate on the magazine. She started to read a feature on scrapbooking, thinking that, after all her hard work over the course of her training, she really should get a hobby, something nice and relaxing – but somehow all that delicate cutting and pasting looked too much like hard work. Painting, that’s what she could do. Not that she was an artist, but she could daub some paint onto a canvas. Or maybe fabric painting. That sounded like fun – she could decorate T shirts or something.
Alicia, the Governor’s personal assistant came out of his office, smiled at Justine and informed her that the Governor was ready to see her. Justine carefully placed the magazine on the table, straightened her suit jacket, smoothed her hair and entered his office.
Sam Denning stood as Justine walked in. He was confident that his choice to make her the first appointee in this program was justified. She certainly hadn’t aced all her courses – lord knows, she could barely shoot straight – but he was more concerned with her psych evaluation and upon meeting her several weeks ago, had come to the conclusion that she would be a perfect fit for the Five-0 task force. They certainly didn’t need a crack shot or someone who could outrun a crook – they were more than capable of handling that themselves and besides, he didn’t see McGarrett letting Justine out of the office much.
What they did need was someone to try and apply the brakes, a voice of reason amongst the gung-ho mentality they sometimes displayed. Governor Denning had no doubt that Justine was the right person to keep the Five-0s in check.
“I, Justine Flange, do solemnly declare upon my honour and conscience, that I will be ready to confront danger in the line of duty. I will act with courtesy, honesty and regard for the welfare of others and will act at all times to the best of my ability and knowledge. I will constantly strive to honour this oath in my service to the First United Civilian Utilization Program, the Five -0 task force and the state of Hawai’i.”
Sam Denning smiled as he handed Justine her badge. “Congratulations, Justine. You hold a place of honour as the very first Hawaii Five-0 Task Force FUCUP.” Justine grinned at the Governor as she accepted her badge.
“When do I start, sir?” she enquired. “How about tomorrow, 8 o’clock sharp?” Denning answered, returning her grin.