From behind his console, Peter leaned back against his chair and adjusted the headset for probably the twelfth time in the past hour. Peter wasn't used to wearing something over his ears and he was still bordering on too sensitive where the feeling of the plastic made him feel like he would get hives if he could. Regardless, he had come to like this small position of power he was put into. That wasn't to say that he ignored calls or misdirected the staff, but he enjoyed having something of an idea of what was happening in this town. What he really loved was that this was a position with some authority and trust and here he sat. It wasn't playing nice that led him to actually working, but respect for the position. He might be using it to learn about the town and the people and events of it, but he understood the responsibility that came with this. On top of that, under-performing could get him removed and what was the fun in that?
One of the officers approached him just as his phone rang and he gave her a quick look before answering, the default speech coming out with practiced perfection. "9-1-1, what's your emergency?" The line only remained open for a fraction of a second before it went dead suddenly. From what Peter could hear through the speaker, it didn't sound as if there was a struggle. It felt more like the caller panicked and hung up. He couldn't call the number back and the paperwork to go with that call would be fun.
"Well," Peter stated as a stock smile reached his face. "It would look like they didn't have an emergency." The woman in front of him had passed in and out of the station over the past few weeks since he started and while he had only been there for a short time, as the dispatcher, he had probably talked to most of the force through coded calls. Talking to them outside of reporting a situation wasn't something he had gotten around to doing, mostly because there hadn't been a reason to just yet.