The precint was Adam’s favorite place. He loved the smell of coffee wafting through the halls, the dingy windows that seemed to never be cleaned, and the sound of his shoes on the gritty concrete floors. This morning was an especially good one: he was meeting with his colleague Detective Roberts to face a criminal he had brought in as part of a gang infiltration project. He had been a drug dealer for a few months now, working his way in from the outside in. The man who was waiting in the interrogation room had been his partner, and he was a good one. One of the best dealers in the area. Adam’s task was to bring him down, and he brought him in.

“Detective Roberts,” Adam nodded to the other man in the room, ignoring Gary at the table in front of him. Gary’s hands were cuffed, but he looked at Adam with poison.

“Officer Morgan,” Detective Roberts replied, taking a seat at the table across from Gary. “Let’s get this started.”

“Let’s,” Adam said, drawing his gun from its holster at his side. Gary flinched. Detective Roberts looked straight down the barrel.

“Now, Adam. I know the pay was good, but don’t be a traitor now.”

“I’m not a traitor. I was never on your side,” Adam replied before ensuring his silencer was on and pulling the trigger.

He uncuffed Gary and they left the precint.