I park in front of the Citadel, walking out of my car and into my office. I wasn't sure why I had an office, after all, I was a SWAT specialist, but whatever. Inside my locker was a locker containing a Remington 700, 26 inch barrel. It was my father's. Five round internal magazine. There was a box of .338 Winchester Magnum next to it, having several dozen rounds inside.
There was another box, with six flash bangs. Near that was a box of three concussion grenades. Next to that were the keys to my own special little car, a Lamborghini Aventador, police variant. One of a kind. Very loving expensive, reinforced to ungodly levels, top speed rivaling that of the Bugatti Veyron. Zero to sixty in less than three seconds, practically a race car with its speed. Of course, I'd rarely ever use it, due to the fact that it can take less punishment than a Crown Vic.
I look under my desk, at the rather large box. I pop it open, staring at the lettering on the glass between me and the large Barrett XM500, also owned by my father. The lettering read, "In case of everything going to stuff (Tuesday) Break glass" I smiled at the little message, closing the case. Pulling open a drawer, I stared at the dual P226 pistols. I wondered why these were here. They clearly wouldn't be practical in the field, but here they were, sitting in my desk. I never bothered touching them.
I slide the drawer closed and spin around in my chair, M4 in my lap.
OKAY forgetASSES I'M TAKING CHARGE OF THE COPS FOR A WHILE
Only snipers are SWAT
SWAT has not been alerted and ergo, there would be no sniping going on here
The Police cars do indeed have GPS, but don't lock down because that would be dumb.
Until SWAT or the Police are alerted of this matter, which they are not YET, no action will be taken by the police force.
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