Max Jerious (http://msg5898391)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Reedland, Utah<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, late afternoon<br/><br/>It was getting dark, the mountains making the sun set a bit early, but, it was still early enough that the sheriff should be at the station.  Max could see the lights of the town up ahead and checked the clock on the suburban's dash board.  There was still time to catch the man before he left for the day. From the briefing, he was punctual and stuck to his routines.<br/><br/>Other than the road noise only the dispatch calls and officer response were breaking up the silence. Reaching down Mad grabbed the mic, brought it near his mouth and spoke, "Unit 5452 approaching patrol sector." He then returned the mic as he heard the reply,<em>"Roger, 5452 is on station."</em>It was a simple code and was working for the disguise as well as the true reason he was here.<br/><br/>Using the GPS he guided the vehicle to the station and parked in front. Stepping out of the truck, already dressed in uniform, he slipped on the Campaign "Smokey" Hat and walked into the station, "I'm Corporal Jerious, here to see Sheriff," he paused a moment to look at the clipboard he was carrying, "Sheriff Monroe."<br/><br/>"I'm Sheriff Monroe." Came the voice from the open office door.<br/><br/>Max smiled, nodded and touched the bill of his hat before turning away from the receptionist and toward the office. He knocked twice before stepping in, "Sheriff, I'm Corporal Jerious, Max Jerious, State Highway Patrol. I've been assigned to patrol this sector." He raised up a hand to stop the outburst that was about to happen, "I'm here to work with you, not instead of you, Sheriff. I grew up in a small town and don't plan to change the hierarchy.  My hope is to stay outside of town and only deal with things in town at your request, and then, only as support, not as control."<br/><br/>"Oh really?" The sheriff asked as he looked Max up and down, "I've dealt with State Patrol before and..."<br/><br/>"Yes, sir. I know about the incident a couple years ago." That had been part of the briefing he was given. The warning had been clear, the Sheriff will not appreciate this cover, so make friends with him quickly. "I can assure you, I don't want to make waves for you. You have a distinguished record in this town and I don't need to have my superiors hear that I pissed you off.  Lt. Sheldon wouldn't be too happy with me." He dropped the name of Clark Monroe's former academy mate. The two had become close during their training and had stayed in touch through the years.<br/><br/>A hand waved at Max, "If you're working for Lt. Sheldon, I might be able to trust you."<br/><br/>Grabbing a few sheets from his clipboard Max handed them to the Sheriff, "I was told to provide these to you, sir." The papers were a list of his training and certifications showing that he was certified as a State Bureau of Investigations as well as Special Emergency Response Team (SERT).<br/><br/>Glancing over the paperwork Clark replied, "First off, you don't call me sir. You can call me Sheriff, Sheriff Monroe, Mr. Monroe. But, under no circumstance, shall you call me sir. Do I make myself clear, son?<br/><br/>"Of course, Sheriff." MAx smiled in response and stood patiently.<br/><br/>"Okay, its getting late and this is quite a dossier." He tossed it on his desk and stood up, "I'm going to read it in the morning. For now, why don't you get settled in, grab some dinner and plan to be here at 8. All is quiet which means I can head home at 5. I run a tight ship and don't like my people working late if they don't have to. Keeps everyone happy."<br/><br/>The clock read 5:01, and, just like Max was told, the Sheriff liked to be punctual, "Thank you, Sheriff. I'll see you in the morning." Max then walked out the way he came in and slipped into the drivers seat of his police vehicle. His fingers moved quickly over the keyboard as he punched in the address to his next location. It was to the location of the person he really had to report to.<br/><br/>***********************************************************************<br/><strong>Time:</strong>6:00 PM<br/><br/>Pulling up to the house Max turned off the suburban and slipped out. This time, he didn't bother with the hat. She wasn't going to care. He stopped at the door and knocked, patiently waiting for anyone to open it.  A female maid opened the door and he Max spoke before she had a chance, "Faith Leighton, please." She was human but didn't need to know that he wasn't. Taking on the attitude of an officer would be a good thing.<br/><br/>Moments later he saw her walking toward the door, a smile on her face and a look of curiosity on her face, not giving any indication that she knew he was outside before he had knocked. Before she could say a word he chimed in, "Ms. Leighton, I'm Highway Patrolman Jerious, Max A. Thats, Max. Alastor." He pronounced the last word slowly so that there would be no confusion as to who he was. "I've been assigned to patrol this sector. Since I'll be in the area for a while, and we have a mutual friend, I was asked to bring this to you." He then turned over a large manila envelope with a wax seal. It was his official dossier and was for her and the lord of the area. "Let me know if I can be of any assistance. A pleasure to meet you."<br/><br/>He then turned and left. Max had announced his presence and provided his official documents as well as any other orders that may have been involved.  Now, he would perform his duties until told otherwise.