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It was the usual day when Drake had been at work early, dealing with whatever came his way that day. Today wasn’t different, in fact there must have been a full moon because people where getting off the rails and phone calls were being made left right and centre. This one wasn’t different from the next call. 

Tall male, held his wife hostage inside their cookie cutter white fenced suburban home when Drake and his team were taking a call from early that morning, the house. Surrounded as Drake’s team walked a head, Drake armed as the last kick did the front door in as Drake yelled once again. “Put down your weapon and hands high!” - “ready when you are Conners,” Kent said guns pointed in the direction of the man being held accountable. “No! Fuck no get back!” The hysterical man screamed shooting another round into the ceiling. 

“I’m going in this is getting out of hand.” Drake said “no - don’t go yet!” Kent yelled though Drake barging in taking a hit to the shoulder before tackling the male down. “Man down!” Drake yelled as the rest of his team came running in and tackled and cuffed the man getting the weapon out of reach. “Shots fired! Shots fired!” Kent called out adding. “Man is under arrest” Kent shook his head as officer Sanders took the man into custody. “I’m fine shut up got him didn’t we? This could have carried on for hours.” Drake sighed standing up. “You’ll need medical attention Drake.” - “I am aware.” He replied. 

So much had went on that it seemed to take most if not all of the morning for them to negotiate with this guy. “Where’s the wife?” Drake asked sitting outside as medics came over to help get Drake’s shoulder to stop bleeding. A puzzled expression on his face as he knew having someone in his personal life he’d have to call them and let them know what was going on. 

Moving his right hand to his pocket to grab his cell Drake made the call. 

A normal day together out in public right? Wrong. This day was exactly an example of why he hated being out in public when he was off duty, even if he did carry Clare in the holster that he had strapped to his waist. Great pair of semi fitted blue jeans, a band shirt and a fitted black blazer that covered the gun, he looked good and felt it too. In hand, his beautiful girlfriend strolling together down main doing some week end window shopping and a casual lunch. Or so they thought that what was going to happen. 

Upon entering the store where they were going to sit and have said lunch they were faced with a young man that appeared to be holding a gun to the cashier demanding the money from the till. “Fuck.” Drake whispered quietly to himself as he gave Yunjin’s hand a squeeze tugging her rather harsh a quickly to behind him wanting her to stand behind him before he took control of the situation. Turning his head slowly whilst putting his foot back so his heel of his boot would stop the door from closing and making a noise. “Get in the car.” Drake whispered in a demanding expression on his face practically mouthed to her letting her hand go. 

In that second Drake’s whole demeanour changed as he then had to deescalate the situation and bring the man down. “Call the police.” Drake then handed his girlfriend his cellphone and started walking up towards the front. “Stand down son, you don’t want to do that.” Drake spoke loud, clear, and calm all in one as he helped a couple others standing to move out of the way that was when the situation went from yellow to red and Drake stopped walking looking towards the male. “You don’t want to do that.” Drake said quieter. “You don’t want this to get me-“ a loud bang, he shot? Only it didn’t hit Drake, looking down spotting his girlfriend falling to the ground Drake yelled in worry and anger. “What the fuck!” Pulling out his gun Drake then shot killing the man.