• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 04
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#MP-CW-514 (Special Unit)

I don’t want to be here anymore than you do.
You’re not a person anymore, you’re an opponent.
An obstacle.
An assailant.
An insurgent.
Look at you there surging with
your bright black eyes full of fearlessness.
Full of fight, full of the future.
What’s left of it.
But I don’t care.
I have a job to do, that’s all.
And right now, that’s you.
I won’t strike first, unless you make a move.
So you can stand there and stare all day lady,
I’m not scared by your fierce stares.
I’ve got protection.
I’ve got armour.
I’ve got a military grade baton made of steel
and SABRE pepper spray,
and I’m licensed to use both if you cross the line.
If you touch me, it’s over.
Go on, I dare you,
and then you’ll see the full force of the law.



#MP-CW-514 (Special Unit)

You look so small inside that big heavy uniform.
Like a little boy playing dress up.
Imprisoned inside your helmet.
Hiding behind the stripes.
Don’t it make you sweat, honey?
You look like you could do with a break.