SFO
I ripped off my bullet proof vest as we walked out, Leon right behind me.
“I’ll buy you an extra drink if you do my paperwork?” I turned to Leon’s voice.
“Do your own fucking paperwork.” I rolled my eyes.
“Lexie, why do you always got to fight this?!” Leon shouted as I walked away. I had been a specialist firearms officer or SFO for five years now, being in the police force for ten. It was my dream job and the only reason why I applied for the police in the first place. Leon was my partner but he was the same rank as me so we always had a sergeant with us, usually Stuart. Leon sat opposite me at his desk, groaning as he started typing. I ignored his obvious plea for attention, cracking on wi
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