Author Note: Please review! Bullet is one of the ghost guards, by the way.
~CWA

Walker and Bullet:

Steven Walker was the first on the team to respond. Sitting in the passenger seat beside him was his partner- his second hand man- Carter Johnson, or as people at the station called him, Bullet. He was nicknamed that for being such a great shot, especially on the field.

Walker dodged every car, every obstacle, as he drove after the punk.

"If only people followed the rules," he growled, "Then maybe everything would be a bit peaceful!"

He served violently and Carter held tight- knowing that Walker was determined to catch the criminal. It was understandable since the person that they were chasing was Kyle Robinson- better known as Scooter on the streets, leader of one of the main gangs in San Francisco. He was a wanted man and if anyone could take that punk down, it was Walker.

Walker was the best on the team for a reason. He was smart. He was quick, good on the spot, a good shot, and most of all- merciless. If someone broke the rules, then they broke the rules- end of story, regardless of the conditions. Rule breakers, criminals, had to get caught.

When the punk had crashed the get away car and made a run for it, Walker jumped out the cop car to go after him with Carter close behind. The stars in the sky above them weren't visible with all the lights- yet even if with the streetlights, it still seemed dark and dreary. It was San Fran, after all. It was never safe after night, and the fact that Walker was still chasing the criminal was just an example of that.

"Damn it," Walker scowled.

Walker was quick to be at Carter's side. Carter was on the ground, the bullet wound right in his side.

"Damn it, Carter, you'll be alright."

"Go after him, Boss," Carter coughed, "I'll be fine."

Walker gave a firm nod and then chased after the criminal. This is what happens when punks don't follow rules. It's chaos. It's madness. It's… disgusting.

"Freeze, punk," Walker shouted the order.

Like most criminals, the man didn't freeze. No, but he did stop running since Walker managed to corner him in a dead-end alley. Panic started to set in the man,

"I can't go back to jail…"

"You should have thought of that before you broke the rules, punk."

The man's eyes darted around frantically. When he saw no sign of how he could get out of the mess he had made, the man raised his gun and fired at Walker as he dashed off.

"DAMN IT," Walker shouted, but he coughed.

Shouldn't have underestimated that punk- didn't think he would shot…damn it… damn it all…

Walker fell to the ground harshly and he wished that he could hear sirens- but alas the only thing he could hear was silence and the pounding in his ears. There was no backup coming- he was foolish for even thinking that he could do it without backup. Now that punk would be on the streets.

If he followed the rules, I wouldn't be in this position and I wouldn't be dying.

Dying was something that every officer should take into consideration; after all they had a dangerous job. Though Walker never thought about it. He supposed in a way that he thought that he was invincible, that every law of life and death didn't apply to him. So when his time was coming, he didn't know where he would end up, if anywhere at all…He just knew that he was about to find out what happened after you die….

So he accepted his fate and he closed his eyes. His mind filled up with images. He thought of the moment he met his wife- it was at a bar after a hard night at the station when he first started out. He thought of the moment when he first held his baby girl in his arms. He remembered when he first met Carter, his new partner on the force, their first arrest. He thought of Carter's pregnant wife. He didn't dare to think what they would say or do when any of them got the news of his and/or Carter's death, that way, he could die with a smile on his face.

But when his last thought drifted to the punk that killed him… if the punk only followed the rules, Walker ended up dying with a scowl.