Tim took pleasure in teaching rookies and showing them around, mostly because of the sick joy he got when the rookies realised that they, most of the time, were completely out of their depth. Today was no different. It was the first time that three new officers were going out on patrol with their training officers – including Tim, who was assigned as your training officer.

After receiving the basic talk about the shop, safety, and not fucking up immediately, you got into the patrol car and got on your way, out on the streets of LA.

The morning seemed pretty chill, with very little calls – mostly just patrolling around Mid-Wilshire, until dispatch came over the radio.

“7-Adam-19, are you able to take a call?” the voice came over the radio.

Tim glanced over at you before looking back at the road, grabbing the radio, “you ready for your first call, boot?”