The Special Orders

Captain's out on patrol. Uh, yes, sir. Lieutenant Joyce. Lieutenant Joyce and the Chief Inspector's Office. No, sir. He didn't say, want to be back. I can put out a call for him. You are by transcription in the master room at the 21st Precinct, the NERV Center.

Our call is coming through. You will follow the action taken pursuant to that call from this minute until the final report is written in the 124 rooms at the 21st Precinct. Well, all right, Lieutenant. I'll tell them. Yes, sir.

As long as he gets back in the house. Twenty-first precinct. It's just lines on a map of the city of New York. Most of the 173,000 people wedged into the 9th and 10th of the square mile between Fifth Avenue and the East River wouldn't know if you asked them that they lived or worked in the Twenty-first.

Whether they know it or not, the security of their homes, their persons, and their property is the job of the men of the 21st Precinct. The 21st, 160 patrolman, 11 sergeants, and four lieutenants of who line the boss.

My name is Canelli, Frank Canelli. I'm Captain in command of the 21st. I was doing day duty, 8 a.m. to 6 p.m. The morning was a quiet one in the precinct, and I spent a good part of it playing opportunity paperwork, reading and signing reports and communications.

Shortly before noon, I met with the precinct youth patrolman, Ezra D. Winkler, in regard to plans for juvenile recreation activity that we would discuss with the precinct coordinating council, which is composed of community-minded persons who reside or conduct their businesses in the precinct.