I hear the phone ring, the sun streaming through the windows. Must've been 5 AM when I fell asleep. I groggily grab the phone, holding it to my ear. "What."
"Domestic disturbance, 5102 Hawken Row, get suited up and moving."
"That's an apartment building."
"So?"
"Apartment?"
"402"
"Okay."
"Now get going."
"But it's seven."
"Duty calls."
"Why can't somebody with coffee do it."
"There's coffee on your table."
"What."
"Nothing, just drink up and get going."
I roll my eyes. "Yes boss."
I get up, suit up, drink up, and get into my car, using the special lights I had on my Chrysler to blaze past traffic. I turned off the lights when I got to the apartment complex, calmly walking out. I walk up apartment 402 (THIS BEING BLAZER'S), knocking on the door.
Voided so in its place I wake up and drink some coffee.