The Red Tiger

Twenty-three three feet, jargon waters. Who? What happened? It fell off a truck. Yeah? Yeah? Well, how old are boys? Now, wait a minute. You are by transcription in the muster room of the twenty-first precinct, the NERV Center.

A call is coming through. You will follow the action taken to that call from this minute until the final report is written written in the 124 room at the 21st Precinct. All right, you just tell them I'm sending you officers right over there.

Yeah, and the ambulance too. Okay, that's right. Yeah. 21st Precinct. It just lines on a map of the City of New York. 173,000 people wed into the 9th and 10th of the square mile between Fifth Avenue and the East River.

The security of their homes, their persons, and their property is the job of the men of the 21st Precinct. The 21st, 150 patrolmen, 11 Sergeant and four Lieutenant at whom I'm the boss. My name is Kiel, Thomas P. Kiel.

I'm Captain and Commander, the 21st Precinct. I was doing day to day, 8 AM to 6 PM. It was a bright, warm Sunday morning. And after I turned out to platoon at eight, picked a car number four, came by the house for me, and I went on patrol of the Precinct.

We had driven up town on par for the boundary of the 21st, It started downtown on 5th, when a number of our car was broadcast, but instructions to call the station out. The Tohman power stopped the car, the nearest call box and I rang in.

The desk officer Lieutenant Gorman told me that the Tohman-Patrick E. Cahill had been injured while chasing boys out of the condemned tenement building on 1st Avenue. He had been taken to Bellevue Hospital in an ambulance.