Scott Andel sat in the police station locker room after learning of the death of his sister, Nia. He had a rough night of identifying the body and his day wasn’t even better now that he had to tell the last person that he wanted to tell, his father, Hendrich Andel. The phone began to ring after he pressed the button to called his father’s cell…[Read more]

“Wait! Wait! Wait! You’re a what now?” Hendrich Andel said into the phone while walking along the beach. He was utter did belief to discover the news he just heard.

“I’m a cop now Dad, like you were” Scott Andel replied who was on the phone at the main desk of the police station. “Now I’m just sitting here at the desk listening to people’s sob…[Read more]

Hendrich sat at one of the desks inside the police station reading the latest edition of the Hathian Observer. He knew the paper well from all the articles about him during his time as Chief of the department. There were no overflowing articles with his name on it this time but he still read the paper nonetheless. His right foot hits the button…[Read more]

My name is Hendrich Andel and I endorse my daughter as the next owner of the Daily Grind… Enough said

Hendrich sat at one of the desks inside the police station shooting rubber bands at Porkins who was sleeping at the main desk. The brutal veteran let out the occasional chuckle as the rubber bands he shot bounced off the comatose officer’s body. After a few moments, he stopped his rubber band bombardment pressing the button on the computer…[Read more]

Hendrich sat at the kitchen table inside the house he was sharing with Elseworth. He took the occasional look over his shoulder at Elseworth who was sleeping in the bed where he left her. On the table was a laptop that he had the recording program opened and ready to record. He would begin to record as he pushes the button with his right index…[Read more]

Hendrich walks inside the station nodding to the other officers as he past them. After a moment, he opens the door that led into his old office which was now Benjamin Stoneage’s office. He made his way through the empty office to the vacant chair on the other side of the room. Sitting in the chair, a smirk appears on his face as old memories…[Read more]

Hendrich sat in the cruiser he had parked on the pier facing the ocean as the sun was rising. This was his usual spot to think and collect himself for years. As he was watching the sun rise, he presses the button on the cruiser’s laptop to begin recording:

They say legends are made and not born. But what exactly does it take to make one a…[Read more]

Hendrich sat in the department cruiser which was parked near the docks to the beach. His eyes stared out into the sunrise, something he used to do a lot during his time in Hathian and missed. The sun, the water, the silence was a moment for him to gather his thoughts and calm him down. He presses the button on the cruiser’s laptop to begin the…[Read more]

The scariest
Me.

The Sexiest
Me.

The Most hated
Me.

The most loved
Me.

The most corrupt
Me.

The most you’d hate to find in a back alley
Me.

The most you’d love to find in a back alley
Me.

The biggest reputation (and why?)
Isn’t it obvious? I’m the man, the myth and the legend!

If you could icly kill one HPD member, who?
Noone. Hen…[Read more]

Inside the police station, Hendrich sat behind one of the desks staring at the computer screen. He had just returned from attempting to rescue the woman off the bridge. After a few moments, he presses a button of the computer’s keyboard to begin the recording program he had opened:

It’s official. I came out of retirement and am wearing the…[Read more]

Hendrich was in the hotel room that he has been staying in since his return to Hathian. He was on the bed inside the room with his phone in his hands. Pressing one of the buttons on the phone, he begins to record looking out the window:

“This city has changed… big time. The faces, the buildings, even the balance of power seems to have…[Read more]

Hendrich sat at one of the tables in the Daily Grind enjoying his usual morning cup of coffee. His eyes stare down the random people walking past and into the coffee shop. In his right hand was his phone which he would bring up to his ear after pushing a random button on it that began to record:

A week since I have been back in Hathian and…[Read more]

“Flight 3450 from Denver now departing at Gate 5” said the attendant on the loud speaker as people began to pour out of the gate into the airport.

“I swear I hate those fucking layovers. I can’t feel my legs” One of the men coming out of the gate speaking to another walking along side him.

“I hear ya man. Fucking economy class. I can use a…[Read more]