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Franklin Leeds gazed at the concrete structure in front of him. It didn't look friendly. Not the fact that the brass letters on the spotless face of it said 'Los Angeles Police Department'; in fact that made it seem a bit more familiar than the cold and dirty streets that surrounded it.
No. It was the feeling of aloofness that the building cast off. It was the fact that inside it, everything was clean, sterile, warm. While outside people starved and froze in the December snow.
Not that it was December. In fact it was only April. But because it was April, the people out here on the streets were struggling to recover from the sickness and disease, the hunger and the frostbite of the recently-departed winter. Besides the fact that it didn't snow in Los Angeles.
Leeds still didn't think it was right.
But it wasn't his job to do what he thought was right. If he wanted to do that, he could go join Greenpeace. Leeds didn't want to join Greenpeace. He preferred to be actively doing something to help the people of this city. And this was where he would be doing it.
So Franklin Leeds swallowed his regrets and walked in.
Once in the lobby, he paused and looked around at the bustling people, wondering which, if any, of these people were to be his squadmates. He was new to the job, if new was what you could call someone who had just recently stepped into the shoes of a SWAT officer.

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R.I.P. Avril Lavigne

2002-2007

Shane: Serimus?
Serimus:Yeah?
Shane: They're in L.A. There's no snow.
Serimus: Damn it.


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Shane Fillis slowly awoke from his deep sleep to the sound of his clock screeching in his ear, with the deafening bell. He groaned, rolling over, and turning it off. He got up out of the bed, and stood lazily, he grasped the wall beside him with his left hand, and raised his right hand into the air, stretching, and yawning. He pushed himself off of the wall, and shuffled into the washroom, where he prepared for the day ahead. He stepped out, picking up his houses phone, dialing the numer for a taxi.

Today was the first day at his new job in the LAPD SWAT unit, he had been out of work for six months, dealing with getting over his previous military life, jumping at every loud sound. He was ready now, to start a new job, protecting his country internally, instead of externally, out in a different country, ridden with poverty, and death. He stepped into the taxi, and gave the driver the location of the LAPD Headquarters, fifteen miles away.

Once at the front of the Headquarter, he stepped out, and pulled out his wallet, giving the man the exact change for his trip, and watched the driver pull away, the taxi driver continuing his daily life, he turned to face the HQ, and shoved his hands into his black wind-breakers pockets, and stepped forward, entering the bulding with all the bustle of other Officers, and some civilians entering, and exiting the building. He read the sign at the front, continuing to the stairs, walking up them to the third floor, to the SWAT Headquarters. Once up on the third floor, he entered the clean, air conditioned Headquarters with a smile on his face. A new chance of protecting people, good or bad. He thought to himself, and took a step forward, left into the changing room.

Coming out fifteen minutes later with his SWAT pants on, his belt wrapped around, the standard equipment hanging off of his belt, and his SWAT shirt, he smiled, fingering the front of his vest, where it has his name, and rank on it Officer Fillis it read. He smiled to himself, and stepped forward again, stepping close to the wall. He turned, and faced the opposite wall, and locked his arms behind him, waiting for the other Officers of his unit to come.

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Leon "Wolf" Alexandre had been apart of the morning reutine at the station for a while now. He had seen the good and the bad and loved every second of it. To many officers it gets to them. Seeing how dark the world can really get under it's ignorant sight.

The world would rather believe everything was fine then to ever admit something was wrong.

His uniform was black with a few chevrons on the sleeve, a badge, and a emblem that properly states "S.W.A.T.".

His pride and joy.

He was walking through the halls of the station, stretching his legs before the brief. As ironic as it was, he hated to stay seated.

Leon noticed a new face upon his tredding and recalled the mentioning of fresh-out-of-S.W.A.T.-school recruits. This was one of them obviously.

He then saw another new face walk by, obviously on a mission to get somewhere. He must have entered when Leon wasn't around.

He walked up to the first fresh face he had seen for an intimidation affect. Standing not a foot away and locking eyes.

For only a second seemed like an eternity as his ice blue eyes finished the analysis.

This man he stared at, would most likely be fighting along side with him and those he knew. Were they able to trust their lives with him? It was an honor to receive such trust. Was he worthy?

"Better go meet up with your friend." He spoke as he turned away, making head to where the other one went to.

He walked through the room and saw the other officer standing at attention. A stance he knew well. It was time for the same ritual.

He walked up and locked a glance with the new man, then walked away a second later.

He did this not to be a dick as one would say. It was just something he did. This wasn't a game anyone could play.

He walked away from the new recruit, standing off to the side in front, to not be directly in the center.

"What branch." He asked the at attention man of his past military record, not knowing if the other had joined the room or not as his fixation was now on the newer of the two.

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"Better go meet up with your friend."
My friend? Leeds wasn't aware that he had any friends in this particular institution. And probably that gentleman there wasn't going on the list anytime soon. Leeds wasn't sure why, but that cold, icy stare had chilled him. Not the stare itself. The eyes behind the stare. It was the coldness and the emptiness behind it that had struck Leeds.
This was not a happy man.
Half-hoping he wouldn't be paired up with this fellow, Leeds followed him, with the vague idea that the hard-faced man would lead him to his 'friend', whoever that person in question happened to be.
It happened to be a man standing at attention, eyes fixed on the wall in front of him, which turned out to be the opposite side of the narrow hallway. Leeds stopped at a reasonably safe distance and watched the hard-faced man give him the same sort of once-over. He looked very dangerous, Leeds thought.
"What branch."
As Leeds heard it, it wasn't even a question.

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R.I.P. Avril Lavigne

2002-2007

Shane: Serimus?
Serimus:Yeah?
Shane: They're in L.A. There's no snow.
Serimus: Damn it.


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Shane kept his stance as the man beside him questioned his branch, he felt as if someone was walking on his grave. He closed his eyes, and opened them quickly, addressing the man"Sargeant Fillis of the US Special Forces, Fifteenth Regiment, Sir!"He said to him, releasing his stance, standing normally, he looked to the man, and spoke again

"And you?"Shane looked past him, to the man who entered behind him, he smiled weakly at the man, he smiled at the other man softly, and then returned his gaze to the man infront of him, he gave him the same stare he gave him. Brown Hazel eyes, could have spoken for himself for what he had seen from his side on the Special Forces, death, and so much flowing through them, and his thoughts.

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Leon showed nothing in return to the mention of special forces.

He heard the other join the room and let it go.

He walked off to the side of the room and stood near the wall, his back facing it.

"Welcome to the best S.W.A.T. team on the face of the good green Earth. But just because you made it out of SS doesn't mean a lick of shit. Anyone with a left eye can make it through S.W.A.T. School. It takes alot to show others they can trust you. Because in the end, its you, and the other barrel. And if you even think, about hesitating in a real life situation, somebody is killed."

He lowered his gaze to the floor after looking back and forth between the two at the first part of his speech.

"Maybe it's one of you for making a mistake. Maybe it's my godchild's father. Maybe it's me." His eyes shot back up to the two men.

"There are no mistakes, in LAPD S.W.A.T. That is how, we are the best."

He uncrossed his arms and began walking away from the wall.

"Don't go crazy showing off anything you can do. That's how someone dies. Show your shit and listen to orders. That's how you gain trust. Until then--" as he walked out of the room, "you're just meat."

He left his little introduction and ventured through the building, maneuvering up the stairs to the S.W.A.T. briefing room.

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Jacob was already jogging to work. His job didn't usually consist of much exercise, so he gets it everyday to and from work. Today, there would be some new guys. Yay, new people. Every S.W.A.T. member is important. Jacob narrowly dodged some pedestrians while he was jogging. Too bad I forgot my iPod, Jacob thought. The jog to work was normally the highlight of the day, unless he was called upon for support, then that tended to be the highlight of the day. So many buildings to look at, so many things to see. It was a good ten mile jog to work. And when he got there, he generally would take a quick break and get to doing something. Today though, there would most probably be a mission today, these recruits are gonna need to get toughened up. I'm acting like I've been working here for years, he thought, where I've only worked here for almost a year. This stuff grows on ya. After a few more minutes of jogging, Jacob arrived at work. He stopped outside the doors to catch his breath and cool off a little bit. After that was done, he walked inside and punched in. The secretary told him: "You're going to be needed in the briefing room." But Jacob replied: "I know." After the brief walk from the front desk to the elevator, Jacob made his ascent. When he arrived on the correct floor, he walked down the hall and went through a door. Inside was a large room with a live map of L.A. on one of the walls. Some people were already there. Some he didn't even recognize. Jacob pulled up a seat nearby and sat down. Waiting to get stuff down for the day.

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Laws of Jacob:

1. It is never Jacob's fault.
2. Jacob cannot be killed.
3. Only Jacob can talk about Jacob in the Jacob tense.
4. Al Gore is the only person who can break these rules.
5. You can't ask why Al Gore is the only one.

Drake groaned as he looked at his clock. He had woken up an hour early. After a moment, he pushed himself out of his bed, and turned off his alarm. Walking slowly to his bathroom, he started his normal morning routine, then proceeded to get changed. He took a few moments to mentally prepare himself for the day ahead, as he always did, then left his apartment.

Drake Kelly had been working in the SWAT for the past six months. But to him, it felt like much longer. But still, he had only been doing this for six months. And he was sure that, despite what had already happened, there were worse things to come yet.

As he arrived at the headquarters, he remembered that there were new recruits that were supposed to start today. He wondered what they would be like, and if they would be ready for the job. Of course, they must be, if they were accepted into the SWAT. Upon entering the building, the receptionist at the lobby greeted him, and told him to head to the briefing room. Drake thanked her, and headed down towards the briefing room.

Upon entering the room, Drake noticed that a few people were already there, including two new faces, who he assumed were the recruits. He nodded to everyone in the room, then took his seat, and waited for the briefing to begin.

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"Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue."

"Yes, I did authorize it." she said, speaking in an extremely annoyed voice. She had spent the last half-hour on the phone with the owner of a warehouse in the wholesale district. Apparently, during a drug raid on an old industrial complex last week the team had caused too much noise. "Well I'm sorry about the disturbance sir, but there is nothing I can do about it." with that, she hung up before he could say another word, and got up. She has received and email the day before that had informed her of a group of new recruits coming in. They had just arrived. "Great." she said with a laugh sarcastically. As she approached the room, she took a sip of her coffee, and braced herself.

Ilana opened the door, and managed a smile. "Hello. My name is Ilana Cruz, and I am the mission coordinator here, which makes me practically your boss. Now, before we all get to hold hands and sing kumbaya, I'm going to explain to you how things work here. You are not heroes. If any of you go off and try to play superman all by yourself, you're out. Teamwork is our goal here, and if you don't agree with that, then you might want to search for a new occupation." She took a breath. "I am your superior. I am open to any suggestions you have, but the final decision on how we carry out operations is mine and your squad leader's alone. Am I clear?"

"I expect that those of you already here to help the new recruits get into the swing of things. You were in their position when you came here, so you know what it feels like." She was trying to make a good impression. The last thing she needed was her squad hating her. That led to authority issues, and that was never good. "If you have any questions, comments, or concerns I can address any of them now."

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Luck never gives, it only lends.

The wood had swollen or grown weak, it released the staples harsh prongs and the lower edge of the paper began to bend and flap. A warm, gentle breeze worked itself into the man-made and shallow valley, it did little to temperature, but just enough to lend a sense of calm. Tranquility, the damiana had helped, but at root it all came back to him, those gentle eyes of his, his soft touch. His palm, though firm and strong, was at roof soft, like his fingers, which wound and crept where others may not. One finger, the most important of them, crept farther than the rest, softer than the rest, and finally, with more power than the rest. A sharp report of his rifle echoed throughout the range. Such a sound, in his eyes, always played up the results. In reality, a shot like that, and the target's brain matter would paint the wall, he had experience with this. Then again, in reality, he would have a suppressor.

Michael glanced at his watch and smiled at the solid twenty minutes that remained. With this he thought to himself as he ejected the magazine, cleared the chamber, and struck the safety. In moments the modified M-14 was disengaged and warmly tucked away in his material rifle case. After collecting the paper target and signing out he left the firearm in his locker. Again, looking down to his watch, Michael Grimm continued by the front desk as a familiar face received information. 'Briefing Room', obviously the rumors of new recruits were true.

It would be in his best interests to look over the FNGs, he knew this because they would soon become his squad mates. Since Michael had become SWAT there had always been a cycle, either he or Wolf serving as Designated Marksman. There were those rare, but enjoyable, instances where both would be deployed. Ultimately, the two would work themselves into a competition of sharpshooting, macabre as it may be, this was the only way the two bonded. Besides in regards to the work, the two didn't speak much. Nonetheless, these new recruits, they were the Men of the Hour in his book. Those who had just concluded SWAT School, now in the ranks, he would only pray they had the same experience, if not more, than he. Michael had no doubts in his skill as a sharpshooter and as of yet, had never let a comrade down. Then again, having two to three FNGs doing dumb shit could change that, could crush his career, and worse yet, could get him killed.

With a fluid arm motion, he opened the door of the briefing room. Llana Cruz, he couldn't remember if it were Miss or Misses, had already began her introductions. By his watch the time had just struck that which the new recruits shouldn't have even been greeted, obviously Cruz was ahead of the game today. Couldn't be too surprised though, intelligence made a good point to be sharp, that is, when it wasn't in regards to the mission. More than once had Grimm suffered from incorrect intel, likely not Cruz's fault, afterall even she got her information from somewhere. Still, to them her face stood forward of the rest of brass, if something were wrong, it was her shoulders that their blame would lie. For the most part she ran a good ship, well oiled and efficient, but it only took one slip up to shake Grimm's trust.

From the back of the room Michael watched as the FNGs were greeted and given brief instruction. His two years of SWAT weren't staggering, but they were two years and that was more than these kids could say. Were they to have questions, particularly about their elements, he would serve as a point of reference. As one of the experienced in Element B, Michael almost felt it his duty.

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