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Chapter 1

I don’t knohy people think I’ht to be around

-Secret thoughts of Foster

Foster

“I need to speak to the officer that gave ht now,” I heard snapped over the phone

I shook my head and stood up out of my chair

“I’ll be there in a er as best I could

Pattie Hightoas the front office receptionist who sat behind the wall of glass The first person the general public saw once they entered the building

She had a shit job, and didn’ther niceness, myself included

Li started the fa burn that usually came around when I’d done too much ith it

Which I had

I did every day, but today I’d re-qualified with the SWAT team

I’d run the obstacle course that every new potential member of SWAT had to run to be accepted into the fold

I’d previously been on the SWAT team, but an incident last Valentine’s Day with the crazy bitch that tried to take my brother, Miller’s, and my sister-in-law, Mercy’s, life had sidelined me temporarily

Linda Moose, aka Crazy Bitch, CB for short, had tried to plow her car straight through Mercy’s face

At the tinant with my nephew I’d seen her small body fold into

Right into the path of the stupid bitch’s bumper

CB had reversed, so I had, too

I’d stopped when my back had met the brick mailbox Unfortunately, Linda had not

She backed straight intoin between the bumper and the brick mailbox from hell

Then she’d tried to leave

Bad for her, ht about it

I’d shot her through the back glass

The first two bullets had passed through her left shoulder, and the next one had grazed the top of her head

She’d crashed after my last shots took out her tires

It was inconclusive whether she passed out fro the tree, or the bullet to the head

Regardless, I’dfinally realized there wasn’t much left to stand on

I’d fallen to the ground and promptly passed out

Then had woken up in a hospital bed ten hours later, legless, and in a perpetual bad mood

“You got a live one, Crush,” Chief Rhodes said, eyes alight with laughter

I didn’t bother to respond

I’d so stock of the station

They thought it was funny to call me Crush

I, on the other hand, thought it fucking sucked

I didn’t need to be re Well, half a leg

I had a below the knee amputation

Which was better than, say, an above the knee aardless, it was still an areatly