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= F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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Jake Bastard
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Complete shit. Daily life had hit an all time low as far as the
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standard of living.. and everything else for that matter. The turn
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of the century did not bring radical changes for the better like
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the president had promised. In fact, things had become much worse,
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and much quicker than ever before.
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It was over a year ago that Congress passed laws making provisions
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for private individuals to become certified law enforcement officers.
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It was only two weeks later before those individuals became half
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mercenary, half bounty hunters. Not exactly the "private police" the
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government had intended.
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Senators that had drafted the bill envisioned law-abiding
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citizens taking certification classes that resembled police training.
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With that certification, these people would patrol bad neighborhoods
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as regular police, but only respond to calls they wanted to.. ie:
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get paid for. The promise of police-like soldiers sounded good to
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the violent streets, so people pushed for it to pass.
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Jake was not exactly a clean cut guy. "Low life", "scum",
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and "bastard" were the usual colorful adjectives used to describe
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him by the street cretin, his clients, and everyone else. The petty
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insults didn't affect him though, rather the condition of society
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did. Crime was on a drastic spiral downward with no end in site.
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He couldn't complain too much about business though, the
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need for police service was always present. Fortunate for him, victims
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of crime weren't always lucky to get state funded officers, and
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had to rely on the 'private' police. Dispatch for all of the officers
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was done through a central service with 'real' officers getting
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routed whenever possible. Once that buffer of 'real' police had been
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crossed, people like Jake stepped up to do the job, and get paid for
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his services.
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He looked at his watch and sighed out loud. He had promised
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himself to complete each shift even though he set his own hours. About
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the only thing keeping him motivated was thinking about later. He had
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planned on renting some flesh and kicking back with a few beers. His
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Big Gulp came to an end too quickly and concluded his break once again.
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Settling back into the front seat of the hummer he turned the radio
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back on to monitor police traffic, waiting for the next call. It was
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only a matter of minutes before it came through.
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"One Eight two.. please respond.. Four Eleven in Progress"
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A quick response to acknowledge the call and he was off.
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The tires squeeled as the big vehicle slid onto Colfax. This was the
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only road he patrolled, and for good reason. Recent reports indicated
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that 30% of the crime in Denver revolved around the long and dirty
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street. Some chalked that number up to the fact it was the longest
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continous road in the country, others because of the inhabitants
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of the area. Either way, it was very profitable for the 'private'
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cops that braved it's dangers.
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The call told him there was an armed robbery in progress but
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hostages were involved. Not his favorite job, but typically very
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rewarding financially. Using his knee to keep the wheel steady,
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he barrelled down Colfax checking his two guns for ammo. As usual,
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both were loaded and ready to go. The white flashing lights on the
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top of the hummer was more than enough to clear the road for him.
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The hummer screeched to a stop about fifty feet from the
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front of the building. All of the lights were off inside, but the
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hundreds of bullet holes on the front facade told him he was in the
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right place. Jake looked over to the two 'real' officers that had
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arrived and guessed that dispatch couldn't scrape together any
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backup. He didn't like that.. the 'real' police hated the 'private'
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police more than anyone.
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Both of the uniformed officers had their guns out and were
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trying to keep their eyes on the front of the building. Neither could
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help a quick glance to see who had come to help them. The look
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in their eyes told Jake that they didn't approve of the blue jeans and
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flannel appearance he preferred. Under the flannel was a D1 rated
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bullet proof vest that had stopped over a dozen bullets in the past.
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Jake pulled out his two Sig .45s and moved over to the police car
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to talk with the officers.
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Not ones for chat, the officers roughly clued him in to the
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situation of five well armed individuals inside, all trigger happy.
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With no light around, and the few street lights shot out, Jake
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pulled out his glasses and switched them on. It took a few seconds
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for him to adjust to the night vision, but it was something that
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had saved his life almost as much as his vest.
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Now his real dilemna. If he moved in now, the officers would
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not back him up since there was no other backup. If he waited with them,
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he didn't get paid. Not a hard choice really, but he always gave it a
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chance. The glasses switched over to infrared giving him a look inside
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the building. Looked like four dead figures, two hostages, and only
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three armed individuals. Typical, the cops had lied to him in hopes
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of keeping him out of the way.
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Jake ran to the very corner of the building and looked around.
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There were several cases in the past where a sniper lurked from nearby
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buildings to take out any police that tried to interfere with a robbery.
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Considering this was a high risk robbery, a sniper was not out of the
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question. He panned around looking at windows, balconies, and roof tops
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trying to ascertain just how many people were involved in this hit.
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"There he is.."
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He didn't speak very loud, but was happy to notice the extra
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person. The figure on the rooftop had what appeared to be a high powered
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rifle aimed at one of the officer's backs. It was kind of ironic that
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the person didn't consider him a threat, but was willing to take out
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a few cops to help his friends out. He brought both of the sigs up
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to take aim, and unleashed. Two rounds from each gun shot out and across
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the street. The glasses he wore allowed him to zoom in and watch as all
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four rounds struck the sniper in the face.
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The two officers snapped around to see what he shot at and
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immediately realized how vulnerable they had been, and how lucky
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they were for Jake. Both nodded to Jake and looked back at the
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front of the building. He knew that was the most he would ever get
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out of them, but it only costed him two bucks for the ammo. Back to
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the task.
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With his back to the wall, he slid down the south side of the
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building heading for a back door. He hoped the back door was the entry
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point for the robbers, and that it would also offer him that same
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service. As he moved farther from the street, he began to thank his
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glasses again as they offered him near perfect vision.
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Taking position at the back door, he peered around the corner
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hoping to get a better look inside. The infrared told him how many
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people were in there, but robbed him of the depth perception of other
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forms of vision. He kneeled down at the back door and scanned the
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interior. The back room of the building contained boxes and shelves
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lined with electronics gear. It was then that Jake realized he hadn't
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noticed what kind of store this was.
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Pawn shops always brought around the worst robbers. Not only
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were they well armed, they were stupid. Even if they went in with
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minimal firepower, once in they had access to anything the store
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was trying to sell off. That almost always included some nice guns.
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Robbing pawn shops was something that amateurs did as most stores
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were equipped with timed safes, remote video monitoring, and other
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security devices. Beyond that, they rarely brought in cash.
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Between all of that, the sniper, and some gut feeling, something
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seemed out of place. Maybe he was about to shoot three really ignorant
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people, or maybe there was something else he was missing. Either way,
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should be easy money for him.
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Both guns lead the way, one at chest level, one at waist level.
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Jake approached the wall that seperated them to determine what it was
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made of. He silently cursed at the reinforced alloy wall knowing he
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couldn't shoot through it. Jake also took comfort in knowing the
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robbers couldn't shoot him either.
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This was it, time for his move. He took a split second to close
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his eyes and pray to nothing in paticular before this went down. Moving
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toward the door he readied himself for the firefight to come. The
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door between him and the next room was held open with a small radio.
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One kick and the door flew open exposing him to the occupants within.
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His two guns blazed in front of him firing in rapid succesion.
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It was obvious he caught the robbers off guard as he shot the first two
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in the back, delivering at least five rounds into each. The third robber
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was quick enough to dive behind a display case in hopes of avoiding
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the fate his friends had just received. Jake scanned the room quickly
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and made sure the two employees were still alive. He had to get paid
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by someone.
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The proverbial standoff again. Jake kneeled down behind one
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display case while his opponent stayed behind his. The fact that he
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was able to take out the first two so easily was indication that
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they were amateurs. The firepower they carried suggested they were
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some of the better mercenaries you could hire. Either way, the third
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guy should be pretty spooked right now, and not expecting..
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Jake broke into a run across the small store and dove over
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the opposing counter. As he sprung from the ground his Sigs let
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out their fury until he rolled to a stop just inches away from the wall.
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The fact that he didn't get shot in the back as he stopped told him
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he was successful. He turned around to see several wounds in the
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chest of the robber. Apparently, he was lying on his back waiting
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for Jake to make the move. Obviously, he wasn't expecting that move.
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Cycling through all the forms of vision on his glasses, he
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verified that no one of danger was left. Holstering his guns, he moved
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toward the two forms huddled in the corner. After the glasses came off,
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he assured the two people they were out of danger, and explained who
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he was. Along with that information came the typical routine of moving
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them to the front window where they could see the 'real' police
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out front.. doing nothing to help them.
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That was usually all it took to get the money. As the police
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entered the building and began to fill out the report, he started
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bargaining with the two people there, which turned out to be the
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owners of the store. Jake was done negotiating his price long before
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the police finsihed their reports.
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Another Big Gulp, and another two hours before shift was over.
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He had made his money for the night, but kept his promise to stay out
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there the whole shift. He was number 182 out of just over 700 'private'
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police roaming the city. Not exactly the best guy, but one of the best
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for the job. This was his life, his claim to big money and some kind
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of future. A kind of future he wasn't sure about, but one that he
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had to keep his faith in. It was the only way to make it day to day.
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-dis
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= Questions, Comments, Bitches, Ideas, Rants, Death Threats, etc etc... =
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(11/26/96)
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