May 4, 2013 - Somewhere on I-10 between Lafayette and Lake Charles, Louisiana.
Patrol duty was boring as hell, GW had discovered that early on in his time in the Marine Corps. The sentiment hadn't changed any with his entry into law-enforcement, and the freshly minted Louisiana State Trooper sat in his cruiser watching the cars go by, brake lights coming on as people spotted him. He'd strategically positioned his cruiser in the grassy median, wanting to be highly visible and able to watch both sides of the interstate at once.
He had a quota to meet, after all.
Road Patrol wasn't the most glamorous job, but GW would have to be content with his lot until he'd paid his dues. With his family history and life experience, he wouldn't have to wait long and he'd already been approached by the head of the newly formed Magic Crime Task Force. Once his first six months were up, it would likely be a done deal that he'd transfer out of patrol duty and on to the Task Force.
Until then however...
A red Neon went flying by doing at least 85, and GW flicked on his lights and siren before putting the cruiser in pursuit.