"Dare! Dare to believe you can survive!"
"Come on, Dad..That's such an old song."
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Y/N L/N,
The son to one of Brooklyn's finest Policemen and one of Manhattan's greatest Hand-Surgeon. But after learning about his Father becoming corrupt in his l...
MICHEAL L/N's POINT OF VIEW. LOCATION: BROOKLYN, UNKNOWN WAREHOUSE. (YEAR: 1996)
"And that's when the fucker literally comes out of nowhere. I'm telling ya Mike, Never would've imagined seeing bugs bunny placing basketball with Micheal Jordan." My partner James continue to rant in my ear about the newest movie he had gotten to see..
God, at times I wish I had chosen a different operation to be stationed on. But damnit, a stake-out just sounded so cool..I couldn't pass up on the opportunity. As James continues, I sigh before pulling out my binoculars yet again and look towards the warehouse we've been assigned to, due to possible criminal activity.
"James, shut up for a moment." I say out loud, trying my hardest to focus. I hear him scoff.
As I continue to look toward the warehouse, I shake my head in boredom before lowering my binoculars and looking towards James.
"Jesus man, we're on a serious stake-out here and all you can talk about is fucking Space-Jam." I say disappoint. I didn't really know James, we have worked together before. But never for several hours straight. "It was a good movie!" He says, trying his hardest to defend himself.
I shake my head. "A good movie that you saw off-duty, so talk about it..Off-duty!" I slightly raise my voice. This was my first actual meaningful job as a Cop. Not just average doughnut-runs, or prank-call pick up..This was my chance to make something of myself, And James wanted to know my opinion about Micheal Jordan?
He smiles at me before turning his head.
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"God, if I know you would be such an ass I would've signed off for this." He says defeated, whilst crossing his arms like a pouty child.
"Sure man, whatever you-." Before I can finish, he quickly places his hand over my mouth and speaks. "Hold up! Look!" He points, my eyes quickly following his motion before removing his hand from my mouth. It was the warehouse..Multiple Vans had just parked up, with even more men beginning to pile out of the vehicle's. Carrying boxes and crates.
"Fuuck..Sarge was right, Come on." I say before getting ready to turn the key of the car to turn on, Before I could twist it however. James was quick to stop my hand and look at me. "What the fuck do you think your doing, Mike?" He asks, a certain venom in his voice.
