Officer Bradshaw

That damn boy again, where did he learn to drive? He laughed at me today, thought I didn't hear him. Another routine check, this block breathes violence. Last year the city bank, was emptied by thugs. Oh what a pest he is, fighting when he pleases. A vigilante he is known, graffiti his secret weapon. He tags his new name, out on the plaza strip. Kicks around fuel tanks, just to get his kicks. So no surprise when, I shot him in the back. His last words were true, "you are nothing without me."