002, like a leader should

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002, like a leader should


THE PRISON STOOD TALL, ITS IMPOSING WALLS CASTING SHADOWS OVER THE CLEARED YARD

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THE PRISON STOOD TALL, ITS IMPOSING WALLS CASTING SHADOWS OVER THE CLEARED YARD. Leo, the steadfast SWAT commanders, patrolled the top of the bus, his boots resounding with each step. Rifle in hand, he diligently scanned the surroundings, ensuring no threats lurked nearby.

Meanwhile, in one of the towers, Amara was slammed up against the wall, her legs wrapped around Jaxon's waist as he trailed kisses down her neck, slowly pulling the strap of her tank top down. Her nails dug into his back as she held onto him tightly, strands of hair falling in front of her face before their lips met one another's.

But abruptly, an alarm beeped from Amara's watch, interrupting their connection. She swiftly placed her feet to the ground, Jaxon confused on the sound as he catches his breath while Amara steps past him, silencing the timer and clipping the watch back on her wrist and adjusting her clothes back on her body correctly.

"Um, you got a meeting to get to?" Jaxon asks, wiping his bottom lip after the intense make out session he had with Amara, who rolls her eyes, "The prisoners can't feed themselves," she declared, donning her police vest over her black tank top.

As Amara headed out, Jaxon, shirtless and clad only in jeans, sighed and brushed his hair away from his face. Amara emerged into the yard, holstering her gun on her police belt. "Hey! It's lunch time!" Amara shouts out, waiting for Leo as he descended from his post, his eyes meeting Amara's determined gaze.

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