May 24 Police accused of Pilkington failings

I re-read the email, outside, in the pod my proud officers were at work, the old and the young, their desks full of paperwork, telephones pressed to their ears, all pictures of dedication. Isn't this enough? these men and women who sacrificed so much for the job, those unable to hold down relationships, those who drank too much and still believed no one knew, they would go into battle for me, every one of them.
But it was there in black and white and I had to pull the trigger, telling good people very bad things is something I've become adept at. The pod quietened as I entered.
" We have been accused of Pilkington failings ", honesty and economy in equal measures.
No one looked for comfort or a place to hide, everyone held my gaze, strong and determined.
" Best get on with then Boss" Corporal Darwin spoke and then he stepped forward and shook my hand.
The cheers began then and the chanting and as we held each other and danced into the night I knew I would die for these people.
Days later I found out Pilkington Failings was merely an abandoned train station in Dorset and my officers guilty of an elaborate but ultimately rewarding practical joke, this is my team and this is why I'm a policeman.