It was late 2015 in Honolulu, Hawaii. The air was warm and moist, the clouds were out, but none blocked the sun. The city was doing better after the rental issues had gone down, and there's less homeless people in the city, but nobody knew that there was a shark that guarded the beaches and ate any person that got too close to the edge of the lagoon. It was 10:45 in the morning when a few gunshots were heard, and when you quickly went to your balcony on your 8th floor apartment building to see what was going on, it your younger sister, Jolene, who was the deputy. She had her Kimber Warrior with black grips and an X400U masterfire tactical flashlight with a built in laser shooting at someone who tried to open fire on her down at the parking lot. She had reddish brown hair in a ponytail and cyan eyes, and she was wearing her typical deputy's attire and a FRAS vest. She looked up with an embarrassed smile while speaking up in her usual comical, bubbly way.

Uhh, good morning!