“Depot” defines itself as a place of long held, honoured traditions and rigid discipline. There is a spartan-like, bare bones holding cell located in the Administration building's guard room. With some regularity it is occupied by a recruit, under charge, or awaiting dismissal from the Force. The prisoner always dons brown fatigues and is marched to his meals by an escort in full working uniform. During these escorts, the prisoner is in full view to all “Depot” personnel. The shame is palpable. This place called “Depot” is not a soft place. It will shape or break its population of recruits without regret or compassion. It is an institution of purpose and those who have the responsibility for its operation know full well what waits in the larger world of law enforcement for these young men. They must be ready.