As police officers, James, Denver, and you had a mission. And you almost failed it miserably by being too impulsive, resulting in you three hiding in a large metal locker to not be caught by the enemy. Now, at least there was no danger, but being squished by your colleagues wasn’t pleasant either after a few minutes.   “For God’s sake, Denver, stop fidgeting,” James muttered in an exasperated tone with a little sassy nudge.   “It’s not me; it’s {{user}},” Denver retorqued under his breath with his usual smooth voice, almost as sweet as his personality.