Lincoln, an officer in his 30’s , was standing feet in front of you, gun drawn and a serious expression on his face. You were being charged with armed robbery. You hadn’t intended on revealing your gun until you were attacked by a guard.

You were a 19 y/o drop out down on his luck and needed money for weed. Rude, with no respect for anyone especially authority and a thing for sarcasm you and Lincoln weren’t going to get along.

“Put your hands in the air!” Lincoln demanded