by Naomi West
"How's my little nephew?" Riley.
AJ reached out for his Aunt Riley, for whom he seemed to reserve a special adoration.
"Turning into a big strong man," Ben enthused. At first, Ben had shown the natural antipathy of a middle-aged man becoming a Grandpa, but once AJ was with us, he had taken to the role like a duck to water and was, somewhat ironically I felt, relishing the opportunity to be a bad influence.
"I'd better..." I indicated the stadium.
"Run inside, son," Ben said. "You don't want to be late."
Minutes later, I was standing side-stage with a line of other police academy graduates in front of me (it's nothing like the film, you know). A year-long intensive course, and the patronage of Ben Dupont, had got me to this point that I could hardly believe I had reached.
"You all right, Archer?" My friend, Lee, asked.
"No, I'm good."
"You look nervous."
"Aren't you nervous?"
"No. Final exams, I was nervous. This is just walking across a stage in front of a few people."
"More than a few," I muttered.
"Don't like crowds, huh?" asked Lee with a grin.
"Or stages," I admitted. "Anything that suggests public performance, basically."
"You'll be fine."
"People always say that."
Lee shrugged. "What's the worst that could happen?"
I really wished he hadn't said that. I had quite a good imagination when it came to what the worst that could happen might be. It was strange. I had been through stuff in my life that anybody would have called scary, and, right now, I would have been much happier in any of those situations than I was walking across a stage. I'd had some serious doubts about this career path at various points along the way, but this was the first time that it genuinely scared me.
It had been Ben's idea, of course, and I think my first reaction to it was pretty predictable.
"Are you high?" I asked.
Ben had frowned at me sternly. "I don't get high, son. Real men don't get high. Family is our high."
"I don't think I'm cut out to be a cop," I explained. "And I reckon that if you were to take a quick poll of people who know me, then you'd find that to be a popular point of view."
"Then you're all wrong," Ben said simply. "I've been in the force all my life, and I know what makes a man a good cop. Bravery - we both know you have that. Loyalty - I might not have liked them much, but you stuck to your Battle Pride crew like glue and wouldn’t rat them out to the feds. Honesty..."
"You can't possibly think I'm honest! I'm an ex con."
But Ben had waved off this objection. "There never was a time when you lied to me about Cassidy, and God knows you could have. Maybe should have. And you never pretended to be anything you're not. You're straight down the line. The desire to stick up for the little guy - damn it, you've been doing that for years. Maybe I haven't always liked the way you went about it, but you saw folk who needed protecting, and you did the necessary. You took a bunch of criminals and turned them into vigilantes. Who are also criminals, but their heart is in the right place."
"Doesn't respect for the law count for something?" I asked.
"I reckon you respect the law."
"I've spent my adult life breaking it!"
Ben nodded. "Have to respect something to break it. You think a karate master doesn't respect that brick he banging his head into? You have to respect it, or you end up with brain damage. Obviously, you would need to stop breaking the law, but I figure you were going to do that anyway."
"Well, yeah, but..."
Ben held up a hand. "Look, son, I'm not trying to force you to do something you don't want to do, but we both know you have the skills necessary to become a great cop. So, the only question you have to ask is: is serving the community something you want to do? Is it something you want Cassidy to see you doing? Is it something you want that kid of yours, when it's born, to see you doing? Everything else is horseshit."
And the answer to all those questions was… yes. Of course I wanted Cassidy, and the bump that turned out to be AJ, to be proud of me, but the important thing was that, the more I thought about it, the more I knew it was what I wanted. With Battle Pride gone, the community had no one to turn to, and I wanted them to able to turn to me. I wanted to be a cop who anyone could come up to on the street, or on whose doorbell anyone could ring. I wanted to be there for the kid whose parents mistreat him, but who is too scared to tell anyone.
"Archer Cyprian."
I took a deep breath and marched across the stage to be confirmed as an officer of justice. The crowd clapped. There, in the front row, was Polo Carter, next to Riley, who was taking a picture. Sitting beside her was Ben, and beside him, my beautiful wife, with my son perched on her knees. AJ waved at me and Cassidy joined in. I probably wasn't supposed to wave back, but what the hell. I might be on the side of law and order now, but I'm still Archer Cyprian, and life doesn't get any better than this.
THE END
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