Thank God for Alphas

Scene 1:  I’m a patrol officer on duty with my partner. We see a man on a motorcycle roll through a stop sign in a semi-industrial, semi-residential neighborhood. We follow him for about a block before pulling him over. My partner and I get out of our cruiser and approach the man. He gets off his bike and immediately starts arguing. I’m the “contact” officer, the one in charge. It’s my job to control the…

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