"Perra- take the shot!" Ed screamed at me.

I lowered the shotgun, which was loaded with a special cartridge: upon impact, the contained adhesive would stick to the surface, and at the same time, a small GPS transmitter would begin to transmit to our GPS receiver.

"Could you go over any more damn pot-holes? Wait- I think you missed one, go back!" I snapped back as I levelled the shotgun.

Aligning the bead sight where I want the transmitter to rest, I took the shot.

"Ok Mr. Perrasmith- this is it how this going to go," Emily, my lawyer started, "I got some forms here that you need to sign. From there, we wait for your wife's lawyer to initiate the second part of the contract. As your part of the contract, you can make requests and demands regarding ownership of vehicles, real estate and other possessions."

"What about custody of our kids?"

"I'm sorry- only a judge can verbalize a custody arrangement- although we can discuss it now for when we get to that stage."

"I don't care about vehicles. I have my own. The house? Haley can have it. I just want to make sure I don't loose my kids."

"Ok, Officer Perrasmith," Emily said with a smile, "We can work with that."

I was lucky. I don't have a lawyer of my own, even though as a police officer it's highly recommended to have your own, but the SRU was thoughtful enough to allow my Police Services lawyer to assist me in the proceedings with my divorce. I was also quite surprised on how supportive the SRU Commander was of the situation.

I remember being pulled from the gym into his office...

"You don't mind me in this, do you Commander?" I asked. I was wearing my work-out gear...

"No, not at all Perra- please sit."

So I sat.

"From the rumblings I hear among the officers- you're getting divorced?" the commander asked.

"Yeah."

"I don't know about divorce, but I do know that losing someone you love is hard."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. Do you have someone to talk to? To talk about your feelings?"

"To be honest, Commander, I'm not to into the touchy, feely crap."

"I understand- but holding back too much emotion can cloud an officer's judgement."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. That's why you're to see Dr. Laura Green tomorrow. She's our field psychologist, and she specializes in Military & Law Enforcement psychology."

"But..."

"No 'buts' Perra. It's mandatory. You're going."

"And?"

"And what?"

"And I assume that you didn't pull me into your office to tell me I have to go to the doctor tomorrow." I stated.

"Do you have a lawyer?"

"It's been on my 'to-do' list."

"I'll take that as a 'no'."

"It's a long list. My job, and the fact that two weeks ago my daughter was kidnapped by a maniac who then held me at gunpoint kinda took priority."

"You can use your Police Services lawyer- Emily Makinson- I believe?"

"Kris?" Emily asked.

I snapped out of my daze. "Yes?"

"Sign here." She pointed to a blank line on a contract sheet.

After the meeting with the lawyer, my date with the psychologist was at 10am- at the Central Police Station.

I raced out of the lawyer's office at 9, and barely made it into the doctor's office at the stroke of ten.

"You're late." Laura said.

I looked at the time. 10:01am...

"I'm not late. I arrived precisely when I meant to."

She nodded towards a comfy looking chair. I sat down.

Damn- this chair is pretty comfy...

"So you're getting divorced?" she asked.

"And why did you phrase that as a question, Alex?"

"Alex?"

"Jeopardy...Alex...never mind."

"You like making jokes?"

"Kind of." I replied.

"Do you feel relieved when you make a joke?"

"Sure."

"So- you're getting divorced- how do you..." Dr. Green started.

"...You know- I don't think she ever got my jokes, but she did laugh."

"Is that what you want to talk about?"

"No."

"So what do you want to talk about?"

"I guess I just need to relax more, eh?" I asked.

"Do you have a relaxing hobby?"

"An M98 Mauser, the shooting range and a case of 6.5 Swiss."

"And what do you feel the most when you're at the shooting range?"

"Recoil."

She bit her lip and shut my file.

"Mr. Perrasmith- it's quite evident you do not need therapy. The least you can do, is stop mocking the process and leave."

"Will do."

I arrived at headquarters around 11. By now the rest of the team has been here for a few hours, and has already been through the gym and suited back up.

I quickly suited up myself, and dropped by the dispatcher's desk to catch up.

"Hey Winnie. Any mail?" I asked.

"Nope. Not yet."

"Where's the team?"

"Debriefing room. Parker told me to tell you to go right in when you get here."

"Alrightly," I said, as I started walking away, "Keep your stick on the ice, Winnie."

Winnie laughed. She got that joke.

After entering the debriefing room, and exchanging a few 'heys' and 'hellos' with the rest of the team I sat down, as Ed threw a thick file folder down my way.

"You polish up the door ram recently?" he asked, as I started to scan the file.

Awesome.

I looked up to Parker and said, "I love the smell of shattered door in the morning."

Today's work will be easy. Of course it will be- how easier can it get? Doug Matterson, previously did time for murder of the 2nd degree, arson- with intent to kill and gang violence. He's not answering requests for visits from his parole officer, and the officers from guns and gangs have tracked him down to his current residence.

"Simple stuff." Ed said, as I passed back the file," Me and Perra are alpha on front door entry, going in dynamically. Sam, Jules- Bravo, rear containment, and upon entry, squeeze in. Cut off all possible escape routes. Guns and Gangs Officers Wordsworth and Struthers, meeting us on route. Boss, and Struthers in a truck as lookouts- make sure Matterson won't be shoring up his side with some of his gang buddies. Spike on standby with the boss, in case we need you. Officer Wordsworth riding with Alpha team. If Matterson is seen, Wordy must make first contact. We got Matterson's parole officer on standby if we need him?"

"10-4 Ed." Parker replied, "Simple stuff. What about gear?"

"Simple stuff. Door sledge & breaching kit, flash and smoke bangs, and anything else we can fit in the truck."

"We're going to need to change up." I stated.

"Why's that?" Ed asked.

"He's living in a remote cottage. We park the trucks a good distance away, and blue our ways into our location- we'll need some camo to cover our positions."

Ed smiled.

"I like the way you think Perra."

We all went to the locker room and started getting changed into our issued camo uniforms- uniforms typically reserved for covert out of city tasks and when we assist the MNR with high risk stops.

I stripped down to my base layer, and I hung up my standard grey uniform. I bent down to grab my boots, and my arm ached- where I was shot close to 2 months ago.

I saw Ed glance over at me.

"You'll have good and bad days." he sympathized, "Some day's it'll hurt, sometimes it won't."

Ignoring the pain, I sat down and donned by boots. "Lets get to work." I said aloud, but not to anyone in particular.

We drove out. And out, and out- then even further.

"How far back is this cottage?" I asked Ed and Wordy- who sat in the back.

"Its fairly remote." Wordy answered, "Its actually surprising we found him.

Ed glanced at the GPS that was guiding him. "We're almost at our point. 10 seconds out."

I nodded at Ed, as I actuated the radio, "Bravo team, this is Alpha, we're almost in position- what's your ETA?"

"Thirty seconds out." Jules answered.

"Thirty seconds." I informed Ed.

Ed pulled over to the side of the road, then drove the SUV through the ditch and hid the massive truck in an alcove of trees.

We got out and went to work.

I went to the back of the truck and opened the hatch. Inside, I grabbed my backpack- which contains the entire breaching kit, minus the sledge. From the left side, I grabbed two drop pouches- one containing a standard field kit- a requirement for officers working in remote areas, and the other contained a water bladder filled with purified water. After donning all that gear, I grabbed the MP5A3- the newest H&K MP5 issue and the door sledge.

Ed grabbed a smaller pack. His pack would carry some of the stuff that I would normally carry, but I can't due to the fact that I'm carrying the entire breaching kit like the lockpicking set, audio and video snakes and other small items.

Wordy- on the other hand, would carry nothing else, other than an SRU issued guest armour- typically a level 3, and his duty gear, like his cuffs, handgun and spray.

"Alpha team ready to go." Ed translated over the radio, "Moving out."

"Bravo team, in position." radioed in Sam.

"10-4. We're at the door." Ed relayed.

We assumed our positions when we had approached the front door of the cottage. Ed look the left, while I took the right, with Wordy stacked up behind Ed.

"Boss- anything?" Ed asked over the radio.

"We got nothing, but tread carefully Eddie. This guy has a bad rap, and he won't be happy to see us."

"On one Bravo," Ed informed, "Four, three, two...one."

At the end of the countdown, I swung the door sledge rearward and slammed it back into the door.

"Its steel reinforced!" I exclaimed, dropping my pack, to retrieve some more breaching tools, "Cover me!"

I grabbed the door jam pry bar, and with a few swift movements, jammed it into the door jam on the same side of the latch. Exerting pounds of pressure on the jam, caused it to begin to break away from the door frame.

"Let me try this again." I said, as I grabbed the door sledge.

This time the door flew open.

"We're breached!" I exclaimed, as I fell back to the original position I was in beside the door.

Ed dropped in a flashbang.

Then we entered.

"Police- SRU!" I exclaimed, as I followed in behind Kevin and Ed.

"I got him here!" Ed yelled, as I ran behind me.

Matterson was crouched in the doorway, which led into the attached garage.

"Doug Matterson!" Wordy spoke to him, "You are under arrest for failure to comply with your conditions of parole, failure to meet with your parole officer when requested, and for remaining at large. Comply or be shot!"

I shored up Ed's and Wordy's defense, by showing up with my MP5A3 pointed directly at Matterson's chest.

"Comply Doug- or be shot!" Kevin yelled at him.

"Alpha team- 10-78!" I heard Jules scream over the radio, "Rear entrance!"

"You got him?" I asked Ed.

"10-4" he replied.

I went after Bravo team's distress.

10-78...Officer in need of assistance, I thought.

I arrived in the at the rear entrance to find Sam knocked out cold on the ground, and Jules' foot stuck in a primitive bear trap.

"Jules!" I said, as I approached her, "You ok?"

"I'm fine! Get to Sam."

I went over to Sam, and shook him. Nothing.

"What happened?" I asked Jules, as I was getting Sam upright against the wall, and some water for him.

"We were approaching the door, when we heard the flashbang. Matterson must've thrown something out the window, because it hit Sam in the head, knocking him out. When I started to run over to him, I got caught in this trap."

I dribbled some water into Sam's mouth. As I did, he came to.

"Sam. You ok?" I asked.

"My head's pounding. Where's Jules?"

"Over here." she said.

Sam saw the predicament she was in. "Jules!"

I was in between the two, and before I knew it, Sam was approaching me fast.

"Sam!" I yelled at him, as I knocked him in the chest, "Rest your head. Let me attend to Jules."

Sam stood a few yards back, as I turned my attention to Jules.

"You're bleeding." I said, as I passed her the water bottle.

"Is it bad?" she asked.

"Shouldn't be. I just need to release the spring tension and reinsert the pin."

"How do you know so much about bear traps?"

"I spent a lot of time with my old man hunting bears in Northern Ontario."

"Doug Matterson in custody." Ed said over the radio, "You guys need a hand?"

"You ok Sam?" I asked.

"Yeah. Just a little dizzy," he said, as he rubbed his hand against the back of his head.

His hand had blood red blood on it.

"Ed- we need an ambulance." I spoke over the radio, "Officer injury- both Jules and Sam."

I released the spring tension on the trap. I could tell that Jules wanted to move.

"Don't move." I said, as I reinserted the safety pin, "Ok, you're good."

I grabbed Jules by putting one arm behind her back, and one behind her legs, as she put both her arms around my neck, as I carried her through the house, to the waiting ambulance outside, with Sam in tow.

"Good job," Greg said to me and Ed, as the ambulance doors went shut, and it took off, "Sam and Jules will be fine. They just can't work the rest of their shift."

"Now what?" Ed asked, "We're down two."

"We patrol." Greg said, with a smile, as I heard Spike exclaim, "woohoo!" from a distance away.

Me and Ed took one truck and went downtown to start our patrol, whereas Spike and Parker decided to patrol around the GTA.

With Ed driving, I sat in the passenger's seat, observing the road on my side, as well as keeping an ear on the APB radio.

"Unit 722 10-78 on 10-22T at Queen." came a dispatch over the radio.

I picked up the receiver, We're in the area... "Dispatch- this is SRU Team One Alpha Unit, we'll 10-78 U722."

"We will?" Ed joked, as he turned on the lights and sped up.

"10-4 SRU T1 Alpha." the dispatcher responded, "Please 10-21 for details."

Puzzled, I grabbed the PDA and dialled the Emergency Services Dispatch Office.

"Hello. SRU Officer Kristopher Perrasmith, with Team One Alpha. Ok. Ok- thanks."

"What's going on?" Ed asked.

"Officer suspects drugs in the vehicle."

We pulled up to the incident scene.

Ed got out, as I stayed in the truck. He wasn't out for long, as suddenly, the suspect and his vehicle took off.

Ed jumped back into the SUV, and floored the gas in pursuit.

I grabbed the radio and called into dispatch- "This is SRU Team One Alpha Unit- 10-22T at Queen now in pursuit- possible 10-15 and V. May have D's and a 10-24- dispatch, are you 10-4?"

"10-4 SRU Team One. Attention all units- 10-22T in pursuit in progress- possible 10-15 with V and D's and 10-24. All units 10-64. Proceed with engagement on SRU approval."

I threw the radio back in place, as Ed inched the vehicle closer.

I noticed that Ed was putting my side window down.

"Attach a GPS!" Ed yelled at me.

I unbuckled my seat belt, as I reached back to the back seat area, as I grabbed the in-vehicle 12ga shotgun. With it in one hand, I grabbed a special blue shell from the shot shell holder on the shotgun.

I leaned out the window, and aimed the shotgun at the rear bumper of the speeding vehicle that Ed had now caught up to.

"Perra- take the shot!" Ed screamed at me.

I lowered the shotgun, which was loaded with a special cartridge: upon impact, the contained adhesive would stick to the surface, and at the same time, a small GPS transmitter would begin to transmit to our GPS receiver.

"Could you go over any more damn pot-holes? Wait- I think you missed one, go back!" I snapped back as I levelled the shotgun.

Aligning the bead sight where I want the transmitter to rest, I took the shot.

"GPS Attached" I said, as I lowered back into the seat.

"Backing off." Ed said, as he backed off the throttle, "Spike- can you trace our GPS transmitter?" Ed asked over the SRU radio.

"Will do." Spike responded, "What's the lot number on the cartridge?"

I removed the shot shell from the shotgun and spoke into the radio, "107."

"Tracing GPS transmitter, from lot number 107. Tapping into traffic cameras and cross-referencing data." Spike informed, "Got it. Got the signal."

"Great news, Spike. Where's it going?"

"Heading down to the docks. Looks like..."

"Marina A." Greg answered.

Suddenly, I could hear Parker over the APB radio, "This is SRU Team One Bravo Unit- 10-22T from Queen in pursuit, attention all units nearby- do not engage. SRU only."

"We got a plate number Alpha?" Spike asked.

"Plate number Juliet Foxtrot Tango Foxtrot Eighter Two Seven." I responded, "White sedan, of Toyota make- most likely a Camry."

I heard Spike laugh over the radio, as he started to punch in the information, "Most popular car in Canada."

After getting down to the docks, we were able to apprehend the man in the vehicle. We were unable to get from him why he took off, but we arrested him for Evading Police, Public Endangerment, Reckless Behaviour and Possession of a controlled substance.

Luckily we found no firearms in the vehicle. But- we did find a handgun concealled on him as I patted him down before putting him in a cruiser to be sent to lock-up. A stainless steel Kimber Eclipse.

After the tow-truck came to tow away the accused vehicle, the entire team defected back to the SRU station.

After a quick, informal debriefing in the gym with myself, Ed, Spike, and Greg. We all went our own ways. Our shift was over- but Ed and Greg got asked by the Commander if they wanted to show up at the range to shoot some prototype Diemaco C8A1s.

Me and Spike went to the locker room and started getting changed. Halfway through changing though- Spike's phone rang, so he went out into the hall to take the call.

"Decent?" came a woman's voice from the door.

"Yeah." I said, figuring out who it was.

Jules walked in and leaned against my open locker. "Thanks for today."

"No problem Jules. How's you're ankle?"

"I'm cleared for duty."

I laughed, "Must be nice."

She smiled and sat down beside me. "How's it going?"

"I'd rather not talk about it."

"Ok- do you..."

"I'm gonna loose them." I whispered

"Who?" she asked.

"The kids. I'll loose them. I slept in my car for the past week. What judge in his right mind would grant custody to me?"

"You won't loose them, Perra," Jules said to me, "You're a great dad. Why don't you stay with me until you get back on your feet?"

"You'd be ok with that?"

"Yeah, I mean. We're team-mates. I count on you to cover my back, and you do that. Let me cover yours."