Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine and if CBS wants to come after me, well, as long as they bring David Rambo, I don't care.
A/N: The prompt for this little story is LV Metro Event Code 401 C Traffic Accident on Private Property.
Brass finished his fourth scotch, and no longer felt self-conscious about drinking alone.
Ingrained in him as a Marine, Brass drank his scotch neat.
He grinned thinking that there was always one wuss that couldn't drink without ice.
Today, a kid stole an Escalade for a joyride and crashed it into a house.
The kid tried to run and tripped over a damn lawn gnome.
The homeowner shot the kid in the back.
He demanded to know who was going to pay for his broken gnome.
Finishing his drink, Brass wondered what would have happened if the kid didn't run.
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