The officer that Donna had kicked in the groin is on the ground next to you so you grab the gun from his holster and hold it on Donna. "Don’t move," you say.

She stops and looks back at you. "I don’t believe you’ll really fire that gun at me," she says and takes another step into the car.

You fire the gun and hit the seat with the bullet. "Would you bet your life on it?" you ask as sirens can be heard in the distance.

"Not a bad job," Steve says as you all sit around a table at BBQ Bob’s the next day. "For someone who isn’t a cop."

"You know," you say. "Maybe I’ll go to the police academy."

"You’d make a great cop," Mark says.

"But we’d lose a great manager," Jesse protests.

"He’s got you there," Steve says. "But if you want to go, I’ll sponsor you."

"You got it," you say as you shake hands with him.