We're Not Responsible
Chapter 5 – Past Killing Part IV - Bridge...
Bridge walked out to his mailbox and pulled it all out. He walked inside and tossed it all on the table. "Z..." he sighed. He picked up a cup of coffee and sat at his computer, staring at yet another collection of pictures from his SPD days. Most of them were him and Z playing around, goofing off, and making out.
He grabbed his mail and flipped through it. "SPD!" he exclaimed, letting the rest of his mail drop onto the floor. He sat at his desk and opened so quickly, if it wasn't for his leather gloves, he would have cut his fingers. His stomach churned in excitement and nervousness all at the same time. He finally got it open and read it over.
Dear Mister Bridge Carson,
Please come to the SPD academy. All will be explained when you get there.
"SPD," he sighed. He picked up his phone and dialed a number.