His rapport with the police wasn't much different. Most of the SCPD—the ones that weren't trying to make Unit 1 anyway—outright hated Unit 1.

Pops' key card worked and the door slid open silently. The precinct sub level was probably not going to serve well for conversation, as deafening firearm reports from the gun range echoed through the narrow halls.

He entered the dimly lit room and, as the door shut behind him, was relieved to find the gunshots significantly muffled. AJ found himself standing in the Information Technology storeroom. The floor was littered with computing hardware and unwrapped equipment, purchased and sitting. Tall shelves buckled under mon...

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