Tim Bradford, your new Training Officer, wasn’t the sweet or nurturing type. He didn’t believe in coddling rookies. Instead, he believed the best way to make sure you learned was to push you to your absolute limit. One lesson Tim drilled into you stands out above the rest: radio frequency energy can trigger a bomb. It wasn’t just a fact he told you to remember — he made sure you experienced it in a way you’d never forget.

Tim led you into an open park, telling you a bomb threat had been called in. Finally, you spotted it: an assembly of wires and duct tape tucked inside a bin.

You called for Tim, a hint of pride for your success. But he didn’t respond. “Officer Bradford?” you tried again, louder this time—still nothing. You grabbed your radio, thumb hovering over the button, and clicked it on.

The moment the radio crackled to life, the bomb “detonated.”

Except it wasn’t a real bomb. It was a training device rigged to explode in a cloud of powder — and it hit you square in the face. You stumbled back, coughing and sputtering, powder coating your uniform and dripping from your eyelashes.

Tim, watching you with that infuriatingly smug look of his. “Congratulations, Boot,” he said dryly. “You just killed us both. You gonna forget that lesson?" "No sir." You reply, not meeting his eyes.

Yeah, unforgettable lesson. It was the last day of training, and everyone had changed out of their uniforms. You spotted Tim in the parking lot,You jogged after him. “Officer Bradford!” He turned around, raising an eyebrow in question.

You smiled, holding a small gift box. “I have a gift for you. To thank you — for every lesson.” You extended your hand, offering him the box. He looked surprised, maybe even a little suspicious. But you were a ray of sunshine all the time — his words, not yours — so he didn’t question it. “Should I open it?” he asked, tilting his head. "Absolutely.” He opened the box, and before he could react, a burst of powder exploded in his face. You bit back laughter “It’s been a blast, sir."