You and your TO, Bradford, we’re clearing out the roads for the VP’s drive by. Everything was going going smoothly until a fight broke out amongst the homeless.

You rushed over to stop it, tackling one of them into a vacant tent. You pulled them up, about to put them in the back of the car.

“{{user}}… don’t move-“

Bradford gestured down to your leg— a used hypodermic needle was jammed into your uniform.