I laid back in my desk chair, as I stared at the TV I mounted on the wall. Actually- I can't take all the credit. Sara helped me. Ever since I met her, things seemed so…perfect.

I'm gay. I keep telling myself that, as though I need positive reinforcement. Maybe I do. I haven't told anyone, although I'm sure Mom suspects something. The late nights spent at her place, or the nights I spend away from home, staying at Sara's apartment. Something feels so natural.

Then the news segment I was waiting for came on, and it gets my entire attention. No thoughts of the Canadian Military & Police Sharpshooting Competition coming up in a few weeks, and definitely no fantasies of Sara.

Toronto's mayor, Rob Ford, came up the podium that was emblazed with the emblems, insignias and logos of Toronto, the GTA, and the most dominate one: The police unit's Strategic Response Unit.

Flashes from news cameras can be seen snapping the mug of the mayor, although he is not smiling. He's wearing grim face of remorse and fear.

"It is great sadness to confirm the death of the 17 year old, Warden High School Senior, Kendra Plant and the death of 16 year old Hope Caesar of St. Ignatius Secondary School. Both girls were found deceased by police officers on patrol through High Park. Based on the evidence at hand, the police and investigations unit believe the suspects of both murders to be the same. Based on the assistance and tips brought forward by the general public, the investigations unit has reason to believe that the suspect may attempt the crime again. To counteract this, I am asking that anyone with information regarding either murders to come forward to the police immediately."

Then a reporter yelled out, "What of the families?"

The mayor sighed heavily as he spoke into the cluster of microphones, "My sympathies go out to the Plant and Caesar families."

Me, and the rest of Team One were in the gym working out. Spike and Brad were over doing some intense cardio, while me and Ed were lifting iron. Greg however, was over at the dispatcher's desk, in deep conversation with Winnie.

"What are they talking about?" I asked Ed, as I put down the weights, and rotated my shoulders to stretch them out.

"No clue, why?" Ed asked.

"Just curious."

Just like me. Well, I'm not curious I suppose, I'm gay. I really think I should tell someone. Spike? No. He'd probably laugh and think it's a joke, and when he realizes I'm telling the truth he'll start undressing me with his eyes and picturing me with other women. Ed? No. Ed has enough going on, and he doesn't need to know. I think I should tell mom…

"Hey," Ed started.

"What?" I snapped back.

"I was just going to ask a question."

"Yeah, sorry- go ahead."

"How's your mom and Kristina doing?"

"Oh," I said, as I thought about it, "Good. Kristina's been spiting up quite a bit."

Ed laughed, "How's she been sleeping, ok?"

"Yeah, well, you know, she's a baby." I said, dodging the question with a general summarization. Turns out, I guess I really don't know how well she's been sleeping. Guess I've been spending more time than I thought at Sara's.

"How you sleeping? Baby keeping you up?" Ed asked.

"No, I sleep like a rock."

"That's good." Ed replied, as Greg walked into the middle of the gym.

"Suit up Team One." Greg stated.

Spike came to a grinding halt on the treadmill. "Patrol?"

"No sir- Queen's Park."

"Queen's Park?" Ed asked. "Hot call?"

"No, Ed- there's a peaceful protest of secondary school teachers down there protesting against the Ontario government's wage freeze bill. On site security just wants to play it safe and wants us there in case things get out of hand."

"Alright, you heard the boss," Ed said, "Let's suit up."

Once on scene, we all got out of the trucks.

"Ok, me and Greg as alpha on patrol. Spike and Brad as bravo. Bravo will be static with the protesters."

"What about me?" I asked.

"Megan- you'll be sierra with less lethal and lethal if we need it. Spike- help her out with that."

"Copy that." I replied, as I put the MP5 in the back of the SUV and grabbed a rifle.

"Ok, Megan, see the building?" Spike asked over the radio.

"I see lots of buildings Spike, mind narrowing that down?"

"Enter the Provincial Parliament building, hail right, down one set of steps to the first basement, then you can take a service elevator to the roof."

"Copy that, Spikeman."

Once in position, I radioed into both alpha and bravo units. Greg and Ed had already started patrolling and Brad and Spike were glued to the protesters.

From above I could see it all.

One woman, when Spike had got close punched Spike in the chest. With ease, Spike placed her under arrest for obstruction of justice.

Whenever several MPPs came up to walk in the doors, Ed and Greg walked with them until they made it in the doors. Once in, they resumed their patrols.

"You see anything strange?" Ed radioed to me.

"One man, middle of the crowd- he's rummaging in a backpack. Can't see what he's doing. Looks suspicious."

"You copy that bravo?" Ed asked.

"Copy that alpha." Brad responded, "Bravo unit looking into it."

"And?" Ed asked.

There was a moment of silence over the radio. I saw Spike looking through the backpack as Brad placed the man in cuffs.

"What are they doing?" Ed asked me.

"Placing him under arrest." I informed, "Spike, what's going on?"

"Boss," Spike said, "Molotov cocktails. We should contact the public order unit."

"Will do." Greg said, as I saw him grab for his cellphone.

"New deal, Team One," Ed ordered, "PO Unit is on route. We need to contain, search and detain if possible. Am I clear?"

"Copy that." Spike said, "Starting containment now."

"Ed," I asked, "You want me on the ground?"

"Stay there, Sierra." Ed ordered, "Switch to lethal. Use your binos and locate any possible targets for bravo unit. Bravo unit will detain and search. Alpha will contain. Public Order Unit is here."

"Copy that."

I removed the detachable magazine from the rifle and inserted a different one. Once that was done, I grabbed for my binoculars from my drop pouch and scanned the crowd.

"To your left bravo, tall man, approximately six feet tall, medium build, looks like he has a…"

Then I saw the man pull a gun from his back and shoot into the air.

Ed and Greg ran forward with the Public Order Unit squad to the protesters.

"Sierra, do you have the solution?" Greg asked.

I took a hold of the rifle and attempted to find the man who had shot into the air.

"Negative alpha, no solution- he must have blended back into the crowd."

"Copy that, I'll pass onto the public order Sargent to proceed with caution. You have Scorpio if Priority of Life is threatened."

"Got it boss." I said, as I accepted the order.

I scanned the crowd with the scope.

"Bravo unit- possible gunman to your north flank."

"Solution?" Spike asked.

"Negative." Came my reply, "Civilians too close."

Greg came over the radio, "Bravo unit, fall back. Public Order will be firing nerve gas. You need to get out of there."

"Copy that." Brad confirmed, "Gunman in custody."

"Good work team one."