Havoc
“Sorry I'm late getting here," I call to my guys. “I was in the middle of the mother of all traffic stops. I got a car transporting fifty f*****g pounds of m*******a, and I had to hand that s**t off to another officer," I grumble, throwing my MTF uniform on.
“Oh, quit your bitchin'," Tank throws over his shoulder as he's putting his gear on too. “I was having lunch with Blaze."
“And I was in the middle of naptime with Stella," Renegade throws in his two cents. “We're all making sacrifices for what we do."
“But my picture could have been on the State of Alabama f*******: page for the biggest m*******a bust in these parts in years," I argue, a grin on my face that they can't see.
“It don't matter who likes your ugly mug now, Havoc," Menace, the oldest of my guys, besides me, pipes
