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9/12/2015 3:07:57 PM
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"Alright... it was about 20 years back I wasn't a detective at the time I was on grave shift"
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She sits and listens, her face blooming with interest.
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"Me and my partner Jim got a call about a domestic dispute in downtown..."
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[i]Those are common Downtown[/i] she thinks to herself.
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"Anyways we arrive at an old apartment building and we head up to the top floor and knock on the door we were told to go to"
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"And then?"
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"We knocked on the door, we don't get a response after a few minutes we kick the door in only to find a drug lab..."
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Her eyes widen. "On a top floor? Sounds hazardous for the whole building"
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"Well junkies aren't exactly the smartest bunch. Anyways as soon as we opened the door the junkies start shooting at us"
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She continues to listen, not wanting to disturb.
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"We returned fire and killed most of them. The remaining few surrendered"
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"Woah, how many?"
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"About 10 if them 2 on the surrendered"
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"Amazing, in a story-ish kinda way I mean!" She says. "Well, as promised, your drink is free"
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"Thank you"
