Can You Help Me Find My Friend?
One Man’s Journey Through the International Police
When I asked a friend in Mission HQ what the job entailed, he laughed and said, “It’s a great job. You work in a place where half the people hate you, the other half consider you irrelevant, and they all lie to you. They are all armed, you aren’t allowed to carry a firearm, and, oh yeah, you have to write a lengthy, weekly report on what you’ve accomplished.” I thanked him for his positive input, and, still laughing, he said, “No, no, you don’t understand, that’s the good news.”
Swell. Sounded like my kind of place. And I had to admit, I did say I wanted a challenge.