Oh that card Nate Hendren! After he won the game with Katlyn Alix he and his unidentified partner loaded Katlyn into their police vehicle and drove her to the hospital where Nate, still feeling frisky, quoting the St Louis Post-Dispatch here
"head-butted the back windshield of a police SUV parked nearby, breaking it, sources said. He suffered minor injuries to his head, and remained hospitalized."
Nathan! My goodness, you could have dislodged the steel plate in your head, my lad. High spirited lad, Sgt. Hellmeieir, Nate is a high spirited young 'un.
It is presumptuous of me to suggest, Sgt. Hellmeieir, I beg your indulgence. Since Nathan is in the hospital, whatcha say you have the doctors do a full physical, psychological and toxicological inventory of the Nathan organism? Ask the leeches to check to see if Nate's dick had all its parts and was functioning as a dick is designed by God to function. How's about a 72 hour involuntary observation period of Nate to see if he head butts any other inanimate objects? One of those fancy CT scan things on Nate's brain--which I presume is as normal as any cop brain--seems to be indicated too. And a blood sample. How about taking a sample of Nate's blood to see if there are any foreign substances therein. Nate's behavior raises interesting questions to the effect of whether Nate's elevator goes all the way to the top. Perhaps the findings of all of these poofie non-police experts would assist you in determining what the fuck went on in Nate's house when he was on duty when he was not supposed to be in his house; ditto I presume for his "partner". Your department's policy manual requires officers to,
“constantly patrol his/her beat, except when on special assignments and shall not lounge, loaf or gather with others at any place...".
That we can all agree, Sarge, young Nate did not done do!
Sarge, the issues and questions here grow like dropsy and I would be derelict in my presumption if I did not ask you to dispassionately consider whether you really feel that you are the right man to answer all of these questions and follow all the leads there are to follow and when you've left no stone unturned--And, Sarge, there are BOULDERS out there brother, frigging BOULDERS--and when you've left no stone unturned to throw down other stones to turn over. That is what is required Sergeant Hellmeieir and you haven't even looked under the boulders much less the smaller stones. You have boarded the Fuck Up Express and you are the only passenger and you don't know how to operate the Iron Horse and before it gains speed and jumps the track and throws you over the cliff, you better get some of your mates on board to stop this runaway train or at least slow it down. Do not pass by Murder station without really slowing down and looking at that stop and if you see Nate on the platform bashing his head against inanimate objects stop the fucking train or do a controlled derail because that is your stop. Don't miss it Sarge. You'll never pass this way again.
"head-butted the back windshield of a police SUV parked nearby, breaking it, sources said. He suffered minor injuries to his head, and remained hospitalized."
Nathan! My goodness, you could have dislodged the steel plate in your head, my lad. High spirited lad, Sgt. Hellmeieir, Nate is a high spirited young 'un.
It is presumptuous of me to suggest, Sgt. Hellmeieir, I beg your indulgence. Since Nathan is in the hospital, whatcha say you have the doctors do a full physical, psychological and toxicological inventory of the Nathan organism? Ask the leeches to check to see if Nate's dick had all its parts and was functioning as a dick is designed by God to function. How's about a 72 hour involuntary observation period of Nate to see if he head butts any other inanimate objects? One of those fancy CT scan things on Nate's brain--which I presume is as normal as any cop brain--seems to be indicated too. And a blood sample. How about taking a sample of Nate's blood to see if there are any foreign substances therein. Nate's behavior raises interesting questions to the effect of whether Nate's elevator goes all the way to the top. Perhaps the findings of all of these poofie non-police experts would assist you in determining what the fuck went on in Nate's house when he was on duty when he was not supposed to be in his house; ditto I presume for his "partner". Your department's policy manual requires officers to,
“constantly patrol his/her beat, except when on special assignments and shall not lounge, loaf or gather with others at any place...".
That we can all agree, Sarge, young Nate did not done do!
Sarge, the issues and questions here grow like dropsy and I would be derelict in my presumption if I did not ask you to dispassionately consider whether you really feel that you are the right man to answer all of these questions and follow all the leads there are to follow and when you've left no stone unturned--And, Sarge, there are BOULDERS out there brother, frigging BOULDERS--and when you've left no stone unturned to throw down other stones to turn over. That is what is required Sergeant Hellmeieir and you haven't even looked under the boulders much less the smaller stones. You have boarded the Fuck Up Express and you are the only passenger and you don't know how to operate the Iron Horse and before it gains speed and jumps the track and throws you over the cliff, you better get some of your mates on board to stop this runaway train or at least slow it down. Do not pass by Murder station without really slowing down and looking at that stop and if you see Nate on the platform bashing his head against inanimate objects stop the fucking train or do a controlled derail because that is your stop. Don't miss it Sarge. You'll never pass this way again.
