SFO
He flicked his eyes over to me and I nodded, speaking into the radio.
"Unit forty five arriving at Market Road."
"Received." Came the reply. Leon stopped the car and we both jumped out, hands on our guns. There was only one tower block of flats on Market Road and we both slowly walked in. Me and Leon had been a team for five years, both of us starting as a specialist firearms officer at the same time. We had only worked with each other and he was right, we were a brilliant team. As usual he was in front, me behind. We climbed the stairs, my hand on my gun, walking backwards. As we got to the third we both got our guns out, pointing in front of us.
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