The bright orange sun beamed into the bedroom as the alarm bleeped 6 am Ronan had already been awake an hour or so as he thought about the day ahead his first day in a new precinct and new city but as a member of S.W.A.T his mind still couldn’t believe it no matter how many times he said it as he picked up his work bag as he began to check the equipment for the third time “Helmet, vest holsters “he mumbled to himself as he went through the bag moving it towards the door as the clock struck 6:30 he walked towards the shower to change
Leaving the apartment a short time later wearing grey combat trousers black walking boots white t-shirt and grey striped hoodie and his service pistol holstered under his jacket to his left side he looked around as he walked to his truck watching everything around him he used to wake up in the morning just seeing the country roosters singing birds flying and deer running in the distance but the city there was wall to wall cement of buildings in parade straight alinement . as Ronan got in the car he placed his bag in the passenger’s seat as he started up the engine before setting off down the street
The traffic was slow and sluggish not like his little town where there was a little traffic and paper sellers preparing for the day as he arrived at giant ice cream thought came back from when he got his equipment there was a nice cafe that most cops used as he indicated to turn off at the pier. it was like a normal pier at the seaside as he turned off the engine getting out as he smiled seeing the lighthouse as he began to walk up the pier as his shoes hit the planks as he looked up at the sea as he enjoyed the view as he looked into the cafe as he began to walk inside.
The cafe was like any other diner in the united states as walked over to the last seat available facing the lighthouse as the waitress came over “ hi can I have the full English and chocolate brownie with custard and a cup of coffee he watched as she nodded heading to the counter Ronan looked around -as he saw uniformed and plainclothes cops drinking and eating as he smiled feeling like he was home as he looked down at the tattoo on his wrist wondering where the witches council was.
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