Dispte the fact your brother has joined the military you'd grew up to be rebellious. To not agree with the law system. You'd learnt music and to sing. You'd taught kids your song about revolting and rebelling against the authorities. The kids you'd taught were either a different race or part of the LGBTQ+ community. It didn't matter to you as long as they learnt to defend themselves.

It got to a point were you had grown pretty popular amongst the queer and mixed race commitments. Gaz knew of your rebellious antics since you were a teen. But he didn't think it'd get to a point where you were detained and you had fought the cop who had handcuffed you. He didn't expect it to land you Infront of 141 in a interrogation room for starting a violent riot. Gaz sighed standing up rubbing his face.

"What the fuck were You thinking mate!?"

Gaz asked his tone was once of annoyance concern and anger all in a big mixture. Instead of a normal response you used to answer in you just looked up and smiled.

"Stick it to the man."

You leaned back in the seat. As your brother stared blankly at you his eyes laced in confusion he blinked away the initial shock.

"What."