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Half an hour ago, Ferrara had been at his desk going over the VICE reports. Sex trafficking was at an all time high and there was an inkling in his head the recent turf wars were over prostitution. His new Team Leader had been on him about keeping busy, Ferrara spent a lot of time at the range and not enough time doing police work. When his desk phone rang he was surprised and answered, “Ferrara here.” Listening to the person on the other end, he closed all of his files and locked them in the desk, stating, “I will be right there.”

Ferrara was barely listening to the sitrep. "A couple bangers doing a stickup job," he thought. Seems to be the new normal, highly armed criminals with complete disregard for life. Checking, then rechecking his equipment he wondered how everyone would react. This was the first time down range with these people and the little things like trigger discipline and tactical awareness made him nervous. The Department couldn't issue him the equipment he requested, so maxing out his American Express card was his only option. Now the team had a slight equipment advantage with the wireless camera, it has a large LCD head for a clear picture and the camera itself was also water proof for those wet jobs. 

"Guess its time to be real Police," he murmured to himself, finally looking up at Ramirez who was staring at him. Ferrara shook his head no in reply.


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