Face it. Without us, you would be nothing. Without us, anarchy reigns. You may not like us - disrespect us; mock us - but deep down inside, you know you need us. You can't catch devils with angels. If you try to catch devils with angels, then you will never win. Never achieve something. Never move forward.

We are the law.

We keep you safe. Your family. Your children. Your streets. Your life. You may mock us, but we are the people that make sure you can sleep at night knowing that you are safe.

Yes, without us, you would be in a much different world...


"And what's your name, son?" The police captain was sitting beind a desk full of papers. He stared at me with his blue eyes, burning holes right into my very being. His voice sounded similar to the voice you here for those Budweiser commercials - the deep tone, both commanding and to the point.

He leaned forward, leaning on his hands. Captain Myers, 54 years old - 27 of those being in the task force. A scary man, fit for a scary job.

"Ryan Jones, sir."

Captain Myers leaned back in his chair, picking up a piece of paper. "Well Ryan. I don't know how you did it. One hell of a test you took to get here. One question away from a perfect score. The highest score I have seen in my day. And at age 23? Your sharp kid. Hopefully you drive as good as you look on paper."

I don't say anything. From what I had heard about captain Myers, when someone talked out of line, the old man would jump all over you. Verbally, of course. I nod, not daring to speak out of place.

"Son, I don't know how we couldn't accept you. You are a great model - a young lad that is still bright as the best of them. You are going to make changes around here, I can tell you that you have a future here kid. Just don't blow it by doing something stupid. I would hate for such a young prospect like you to slip away..."

Silence ensued as captain Myers studied my paperwork a few more times. "So kid. You want a future here as someone that wants to pursue criminals on the road. Correct?" I nod. "Yes sir."

Captain Myers leaned back in his chair, laughing. "Jeez, why is everyone so serious around me? I'm just another normal guy!" I give a small chuckle. "Sir, if it would be okay, may I request a car that I can patrol in?"

Captain Myers raised an an eyebrow, nd leaned forwar, leaning his arm on the wooden desk. "Oh, that's a request that. Don't get very often. Well, there only one other guy in the entire task force that's got the courage to ask a question like that! What are you going for, kid?"

I gave a sigh. I knew the chances of the car I was about to ask for was pretty slim. "A Lamborghini Veneno Roadster sir." The captain once again chuckled, leaning back in his chair. It let out a small squeak. "Wow son. Quite of a request you got there."

He sits there for. Few more moments, thinking my request over. "How bout this? I'll let you drive the most tech savy, run of the mill Dodge Charger. We see how you do there. Then we move from there?"

I was shocked that he even thought about my request, but now he was saying maybe? I let out small squeal of excitement on the inside, and nodded. "Yes sir."

Captain Myers phone started ringing. He looked down at it, before waiving me away. "You'll find the keys to the Charger with Bethany." I nodded before walking out.

It is much harder to have a filler story guys...the game is just driving around...oh well.

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