Jack was at a funeral. He was burying one of his own today. One of his fellow Bravo team members, Frank Vega. At the funeral, besides Bravo team there were also Frankie's parents, wife, as well as some close friends. Jack stood along his fellow Bravo team comrades. He was dressed all in black. Black suit, black shirt, black leather shoes, black tie and dark shades. Frank's funeral was a Category 1 funeral, with full honors, since Frank got killed in the line of duty, and was a SWAT for 15 years. After the priest finished, two cops took the american flag away that was over the casket and started folding it. The casket was beying drawn inside as trumpets were singing, beying followed by a firing squad that shot a couple of rounds in the air. After that, Jack rised up from his chair and went over at the edge of hole, where the casket containing Frank's body was in. He takes off his shades as he folded them and kept them tight in his hands.
"My name is Jack Williams. I'm a captain of the local SWAT and leader of Bravo team, in which Frankie was in. I'm an honest man, and I always tell it like it is, no matter what. Unfortunately my honesty wasn't walways appreciated because I lost some friends or people that I cared about. Today I will be honest with all of you. Wether you will like it or not...it's entirely up to you. Frankie was the black sheep of the team. He was having a personality that was hard to deal with. And he caused problems more then once. But despite all that we always treated him like one of our own, like an equal, although there were times when we felt like breaking his face." Said Frank as he paused for a few seconds. "In the end of it all, Frank sacrificed himself to save his team mates and the innocents involved. He died like a hero, and he will be treated like one. I also want to apologise for the commander's absence. He wanted me to tell all of you that he dosen't like funerals, that they're depressing, and quite honestly I don't like them either." Frank put his shades in a pocket of his pants, as he leaned down and took some earth in his left hand as he threw it all over Frank's casket. "Rest in peace brother! We will meet again one day." Frank put his shads back over his eyes and went over to those that folded the american flag, took it and went to Frank's wife, giving her the flag as she took it and hugged Jack.
"If there's anything you will ever need, no matter how small it is, don't hesitate to cal me. You have my phone number, you know where I stay. I promised to Frankie that I will take care of you." She nodded in approval to what Jack said, as he turned around and started leaving the funeral site as two gravediggers were filling the hole with earth, in the sound of trumpets, who were singing funeral songs. Jack went over to his car, a yellow 1970 Plymouth Hemi Cuda. Inside the car, Jack takes one more look at the site, raises the window, starts the car, who's 426 Hemi V8 engine begins to roar mercilessly and leaves the graveyard, heading home back to his apartment to change his clothes.