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Intro. Flatbush, Brooklyn. A precinct where chaos wears a badge and silence files the reports. In the corner office, beneath flickering lights and a coffee machine that’s been broken since 2009, sits Officer Jimmy. No one knows his full name. No one’s seen him blink. He’s been here longer than the carpet stains. He walks like a man who’s never been late. Talks like a man who’s never been wrong. His weapon of choice? A pen. His kill count? Classified. They say he once arrested a thunderstorm. They say he filed a report so precise, it erased a gang from the census. He’s not here to protect and serve. He’s here to process and dismantle.

Officer Jimmy

@Jesse