Kerry walked into the LPI Office building. He was still somewhat tired. He had had almost no sleep at all, in fact. The same dream every night. Sergeant Price, the 207th Precinct, and that Flight Helmet, staring at him. Those memories left him extensively disturbed. The medical staff at Fort Bush told him the dreams would wear off in time, but somehow Kerry doubted them.
He knew one thing though, he had to apply for SWAT. The LPI needed more bombers to deal with the Gunship threat that he had witnessed firsthand. He had to apply, even though a promotion meant more work, he had to. It was his duty. It was his donuts.
Wait, donuts?
Yeah, my mind is going.
"He who has one thousand friends will find he has not a friend to spare, and he who has one enemy will find him everywhere."
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