John Kipling Lewis - CU 29

This is really just a job.

I never think of the perks my job affords me.

Sure, they were the reason for joining the Brotherhood of Blue, but three months now and I've already forgotten I carry a deadly weapon at my side.

The free coffee from the corner store feels more like a friendly gesture.

The fruit from the street vendor a kindness among friends

The deference of suspects a natural result and proof of their guilt.
We both know what I can do if they disrespect me.

I carry a deadly weapon at my side.

My partner shares my thoughts like a brother. A partner would never snitch. Never tell another soul if I needed to express my displeasure on a perp.

None of New Yorks Finest would. It's the code.

We are elite among citizens. We are elite among law enforcers. We are modern Samurai... slowly turning Ronin as the whispers of terrorism fades.

I'll do whatever it takes to make myself useful to my feudal lord, my Captain.

I carry a deadly weapon at my side.

But this is really just a job.

John Kipling Lewis

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