Off we sped to Taraval Station.
"Good bye SI.", moans my mate.
"Don't worry.", I rejoined.
It hadn't occurred to me that we could get kicked out of school until he mentioned it. On further thought, I still didn't.
We offered to clean the wall, a ridiculous offer, promptly dismissed. Officer #2 said little, actually I cannot remember anything. I'm now convinced he was stifling laughter.
At the station they interrogated us:
Who was up there with you?
Nobody I knew.
My grandfather had retired out of Taraval Station, both his sons were SFPD officers. My cohort had no such connections, I felt it would be unfair to bring it up.
I never used my "cop card".