Last night before we left work, the boss and Ed pulled us all into the debriefing room.

Inside, there was a well dressed RCMP, or Royal Canadian Mounted Police officer sitting down at the head of the table.

"Everyone- this is Ray Brodie." Greg introduced, "He'll be assisting us with tomorrows operation."

We all sat down, as Ray handed us all our own file folders, complete with operation & reccy information- all vital to tomorrows assignment.

"Whoa, there Ray-" Ed said, "How many trees did you kill? What are you- God?"

"I'm no God, " Ray said with his deep baritone voice, "That's how we roll in the Mounties."

"Ray- if someone asks if you're a God- say yes." Ed joked, "So- pirates?"

"None of the gold, all of the bad." Ray explained, "Movie pirates. They rip DVDs onto blank discs, and sell them dirt cheap. They sell a hell of a lot of units this way."

"And I understand- this is the first major bust the RCMP has ever undertaken?" Greg asked.

"That's right." Ray said, "And we're using Toronto's finest. We got 10 targets, 10 filed warrants, but we need to crack them in less than 24 hours. Our guys may be competitors, but they do watch each others back when it comes to the cops."

"So we work in splinter units." Ed proposed, "We split off in pairs- me and Perra. Sam and Spike, Jules and boss. We bang in at a set bingo time."

"That works," I said, "What about you Ray?"

"I'd like to be in the action too, Ed." Ray complimented, "Otherwise, its a great plan."

Ed sighed, "Ok- Ray & boss, Me & Perra, Spike & Sam..."

"That leaves Jules without a partner." Spike pointed out.

Ed lightly tapped his bald head on the table, "Spike- don't make this harder than it is."

"We go with larger splinter units, Ed," Greg thought aloud, "Me, Ray and Ed- we'll take on some the larger warrants, same as our Bravo unit- Jules, Spike and Perra. Sam will be the go between."

"How is that different than a Alpha, Bravo setup?" Sam asked, "Why not boss, Ray, Ed- alpha, me and Jules, and Spike and Perra?"

"You and Spike, and Perra and Jules." Ed changed.

"Whatever." Sam dodged the change of plan, "At least we'll have our three teams."

I woke up violently.

I didn't recognize where I was.

Drywall patches all over the ceiling- like someone was slowly renovating their home. Thick stretched, clear plastic over the windows that let in too much wind.

I sat up.

I was dreaming about last night's debate over team assignment.

Then I remembered where I was.

A few days ago, Jules had told me that I could stay with her until I found my own place.

A clang came from the kitchen beside the living room- where I slept- as Jules came in with a huge glass of coffee for me.

"Rise and shine, sunshine," she said with glee, "Big day today."

"Yeah, I know." I said, as I stood up and took a sip of coffee.

You know, I've only been here for three days, and Jules already knows what I take in my coffee- Haley never knew that, and we were together for over 10 years.

"What the hell?" Jules said, as she walked over to the window and peered out, "Houston- we have a problem."

"What would that be?"

"It's Sam!"

Puzzled, I walked over to the window, to confirm that Sam had pulled in on his motorcycle. "So?"

"I haven't really told anyone about our living arrangement." Jules said, "You?"

"I haven't. I thought that was your job."

"Hey Jules." Sam said, as he opened the front door and looked at us both.

And it was kinda awkward- me, in a shirt and underwear; Jules wearing only a skimpy set of night clothes, that were all wrinkled up."

"Maybe I should've knocked." Sam said, as he left.

Even though we were going to the same place, Jules was adamant that we take our own vehicles, and that we give each other time in between so we're not getting there at the same time.

"I don't want anybody to get the wrong idea." Jules said before getting into her Jeep.

At the station, I walked into the locker room. Sam had just finished getting dressed and gave me a look then walked out.

"What's wrong with him?" I asked Ed.

"He's been grumpy since he showed up." Ed's muffled voice said, as he pulled over his shirt, "Probably woke up on the wrong side of a strange bed." Ed summized.

I donned my shirt, "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Ed said, as he looked around to make sure that no one was listening, "I think him and Jules broke it off."

All I did was nod and continue getting dressed.

As we were leaving the locker room and walking down the hall, Ed said, "After today's call, Spike wants to take you out to the bar. 'Get back in the dating scene' apparently."

"Ok."

Jules popped out of her locker room and joined us.

"So you going?" Ed asked me.

"Going where?" Jules asked.

"Spike wants me to go to the bar tonight."

"And?" Jules asked.

"I'll make up my mind later."

We entered the debriefing room, and everybody else was there, including Ray.

"Change of plan," Ed told everyone, "Jules and Sam, and Spike and Perra."

"Ok Bravo unit two-" Ed told me and Spike over the radio, "Bingo is set at 1010 hours. Bust in and arrest. You'll meet up with Bravo unit one at warrant seven. The bingo for warrant seven is 1100 hours."

"We have less than an hour to go in on this warrant, arrest, wait for a cruiser and the CIU, then drive to the next?" I asked.

"Yep." came Ed's reply.

"Can we have an extension?"

"Nope."

I looked at my watch. 1008.

"Lets get into position." I said to Spike as we creeped up to the front door.

1009.

I had the door sledge in my hands, with a short barrelled C8A1 slung over my shoulder.

Spike had a hand resting on the flash and smoke bangs, which were nestled into their pouches on his vest. He wanted to use a new KRISS Super V today, but he got told by Ed that he wasn't going to allow Spike to take an untested firearm into the field.

1010.

I swung the sledge, which knocked the door right down.

Spike threw in the smokes and flashes, as we quickly turned away from the door opening.

The bangs went off, as Spike entered the house.

"Police! SRU!" Spike exclaimed.

"There he is!" I yelled at Spike, who was going to be cutting off our target from the exit.

"You feeling lucky, punk?" Spike joked as he pointed the MP5 at our target, as I got the handcuffs on him.

After a cruiser showed up to take the suspect away, and the Crime Investigation Unit came on scene, me and Spike piled into a truck on were on our way to warrant seven.

"How's the divorce coming along?" Spike asked.

"Well, Spike, its a divorce." I said, as I turned a corner, "Why?"

"Megan's been texting and emailing me a lot. She doesn't want to see you fighting with her mother."

"I'm not fighting with her Spike. It's a civil case of law."

I pulled up, so my drivers side window mated up to the SRU truck that Jules and Sam was in.

I rolled down my window.

"We're going to need a bigger boat." Sam said, as he removed his sunglasses and threw them up on the dash.

"Why's that?" I asked.

"There's a good 4 people on this arrest warrant."

"We better call in some cruisers now." I said to Spike, who picked up his PDA to call it in, "Keep them a few blocks back though."

"What's the plan?" Sam asked.

"You asking me?" I said, puzzled, as Sam had more experience in SRU tactics.

"Try it on." Sam said.

I glanced over to Jules who gave me a weak smile, then over to our target residence.

"Its a big place. Lots of advantages for the wrong side, if we let them get there. You and Jules- bust through the back...wait..."

I looked at something attached to the side of the house.

"New plan." I said, with a smile.

We collected two smoke bangs.

At the same time, Jules and Spike released the pins. The smoke from one was engulfing an exterior smoke detector, while the smoke from the other was seeping underneath the rear door of the home.

It wasn't long until the smoke detector went off.

And as predicted, all the occupants exited the home into the front yard, all of which, passed by me and Sam.

"Police!" I cried out, pointing my firearm at the group, "On the ground!"

They all did as commanded, but one audacious punk tried to run.

I easily caught up to him, and knocked him to the ground. "Palms to heaven." I instructed to him.

It was 12 noon and we already had five of the ten warrants completed.

We met up as a team, and got paired up with someone else.

This time, I'd be busting down a door with the boss.

"Ok- we have to try our best at this one." Greg whispered to me, as we got into position.

Behind me, I heard Ray mutter "Do or do not. There is no try."

"Did you just quote Star Wars?" I asked him.

"Maybe."

"Here's Johnny." Greg whispered, as we saw our target come down the stairs of the apartment building.

"Police! SRU!" I yelled, as I stood up.

"Johnathan Cubes- you're under arrest for piracy of copyrighted material!" Greg exclaimed.

John must've realized that he had no where to run, as he threw up his arms.

Ray moved in finalize the arrest.

We got ours done. Spike and Ed most likely already have theirs done, and Sam and Jules are probably waiting for the rest of us to finish.

8 done. Two to go.

Time to move onto the big fish.

"Ok-" Ray Brodie explained, "In comparison, these two will make the rest look like minor drug busts."

"Seriously?" Sam asked.

"Seriously, Samwise." Ray continued, "These two- they work together. They rip everything- movies, music discs, TV shows on DVD, the end all of all available media. Worst part is- they sell both hard copies and online copies."

"Real big fish then." Spike said, understanding the stakes.

"What's the plan, Ray?" Ed asked.

"By now, we have to assume they know we're coming for them. They'll be erasing hard-drives, destroying copying machines, and the hard copies they create."

"So we go in hard tactical." Sam suggested, "Bust in, smoke & flash, and arrest."

"They're probably armed." Ray said.

"We go in hard, they shoot back, and next thing we know, we're in the middle of a firefight." Ed explained.

"That and my wrists are killing me." I said, "Haven't swung the sledge that many times since the Academy."

"Spike- we got floor plans?" Ed asked.

"Coming up." Spike said, as he hammered in a few keys on the laptop, then turned the screen towards Ed.

"We're exposed on all four sides." Ed thought aloud, "What do you think boss? Surround and do your thing?"

"Sure." Parker said with a grin, "I'd like to stretch the negotiator muscle at least once today."

We drove to the final target residence, with the lights and sirens on.

When we got there, I got out of the driver's seat, and pulled the C8A1 out with me.

On the passenger side, Jules got out, and opened the rear door, and grabbed a precision grade Remington 700.

Jules deployed the bipod on the gun and rested it on the hood of the truck.

I came around behind Jules, and touched her shoulder, as I readied my rifle.

"I got your back." I whispered to her.

To my left, about 20 feet, Ed and Sam had a similar setup as us, and in between me and Ed, was Spike, Greg and Ray, taking cover behind another truck, with Spike covering the backs of both Ray and Greg.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Parker go for the megaphone.

"Timothy and Bryan Rossi- please exit the house immediately, with your hands behind your head." came the boss' amplified voice.

I saw the drape on the second floor move.

"Second floor, 3rd from left." I whispered to Jules, as I acted as her spotter as well.

"You are surrounded." Greg explained to the occupants over the megaphone, "I'll be calling the house phone. I need you to pick up, so we can discuss a peaceful surrender."

Then I noticed the drape on the same window being pulled open.

I saw what was going on, and immediately put myself in action.

I bent down, behind the cover of the truck, and I grabbed Jules' shoulder, taking her down with me.

"We got a tango!" I yelled out, just before a small caliber bullet ricocheted off the bumper of the truck and into the pavement.

"We're taking fire." I heard Ed yell over to Parker, "We're moving in.

"Bravo!" Ed yelled over to me and Ed, as I handed Jules her MP5 and threw the precision rifle back into the truck, and grabbed a KPOS stock from the backseat.

"Right behind you Alpha!" I responded, as me and Jules grabbed ballistic shields and walked slowly behind Sam and Ed.

Once we got to the front door, there was an overhang above us, which would protect us from the man shooting from above, but we didn't take any chances.

Jules and Sam covered us with their shields, as I dropped down my pack and recovered the door sledge from it, and as Ed readied a flashbang.

Before I grabbed the sledge to edge it into position, (and with practised lightning speed), I installed my Glock sidearm into the KPOS CQB stock.

Like all the other warrants, I bashed in the door, followed by a flash bang.

Jules and Sam entered first, with the shields, and me and Ed took the rear.

"Alpha first, Bravo- second floor!" Ed commanded.

Jules started up the stairs, shield out front, with her smaller framed sidearm to the side. I followed behind her, with my firearm readied.

We got to the second floor, and sweeped the hall. Nothing.

Jules dropped the shield down, as we inched towards a closed door.

We opened it and entered and sweeped. Nothing.

"Not in here." Jules said as she started to turn around, but brought up her weapon instead.

"Drop the weapon!" Jules yelled.

I twisted my body to the side, and saw a 20-something man, armed with a bolt action 22 long rifle, with it pointed at Jules.

I brought up the Glocked KPOS, "SRU! Drop the weapon, and put your hands in the air."

The man didn't comply, and I noted his trigger finger begin to move into the trigger guard.

I grabbed the barrel of the rifle and pulled up towards the ceiling. With a quick forward punt of my hand on the barrel, the buttstock slammed into his shoulder, knocking him off balance.

While he tried to regain his balance, I ripped the gun from his hands and threw it back to Jules.

His hand dove into his pocket, and he pulled out a fixed blade knife.

Putting some hand to hand training techniques to work, I pinned him up against the wall. He still hadn't released the knife yet.

"Drop the knife!" I yelled into his ear- sure to create hearing damage.

I saw that Jules and cleared the suspect's rifle and had pulled out her taser.

"Drop it or be tased!" he screamed.

He didn't comply.

Before the taser's leads made contact, his wrist slipped my grip, and the knife went firmly into my thigh. Although in pain, I didn't release my grip.

But when one of the leads from the taser embedded into my skin, I didn't have a choice, but to release, as all the muscles in my body began to spasm uncontrollably.

No longer having control of my body- I passed out.

When I woke up, I was in the exact same spot that I passed out in.

I wasn't out for long.

"Oh my god, you're ok." a crouched down Jules said to me.

I stood, up with Jules steadying me.

"Place clear?"

"Yeah." she said, as she helped me down the steps, "That was Bryan Rossi. I got the cuffs on him after I tased him. Some officers came up and got him a few minutes ago."

"What about Tim Rossi?" I asked, as we got to the bottom of the stairs.

"Ed found him in the kitchen. Punched a knife through his own chest."

"Was I ok?" I asked finally.

"You stopped breathing." Jules said, as she grabbed my wrist and took a check of my pulse. "Scariest minute of my life- actually seeing you start to die."

Suddenly, I felt Jules wrap her arms around me. I wasn't uncomfortable to the sensation, I just thought it was odd, her expressing feeling and emotion in the field.

"I'll never die on you Julianna Callihan." I said, as I stroked her hair a bit.

She pushed away whenever the boss was approaching us.

"Gave us a bit of a scare Perra." Parker said, "Jules- SIU needs to talk to you."

"But..." Jules protested.

"No 'buts' Jules." Greg said, "Just a few questions. No wrong answers."

Grudgingly, she walked towards two detectives, as they escorted her outside. Before they shut the door, I saw her sneak a glance back at me and Greg.

"She doesn't like that." Greg said, as he started to walk away, and towards Ed, some distance away.

"So-" Spike said from behind me as I swung around, "You wanna hit the bar after you get your leg stitched up?"

It was at that point when I forgot I was stabbed.

"No, thanks Spike. I should try to rest a bit."

"C'mon," Spike nagged, "The more you rest, the less time you have to find another special somebody."

I collected my thoughts. "You know Spike- I think I may have found her."