Chapter 7 The Enforcer - Last Patrol

• 2:00 AM; everything is dark and not a soul outside the sleeping street as I drove by in my cruiser at a moderate speed; anticipating a sudden attack. I am NYPD Officer John Gunnar, a mercenary in the past and having seen action in the Middle East and parts of North Africa, I was still expecting to be hit by an RPG-7 rocket or sniper fire from out of nowhere. My SIG Sauer P226 handgun sat nervously in my holster; as I scanned the road ahead.
• Suddenly, my radio screamed, "ALL UNITS WE HAVE A 261A (attempted rape) AT COLDEN STREET, REQUEST IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE!" I grabbed the receiver eagerly, "Roger that, Unit 3 responding, en route to Colden; ETA - 10 minutes." A rush of adrenaline hit me like a truck as I picked up speed towards the address given; I am very passionate about fighting rapists, to me, these are the worst kinds of criminals since they take innocence and target those who can't fight back.
• In my final mercenary days while providing security for a VIP visiting some Pakistani politician in the country's capital; one of his (the politician's) servants has raped one of the hospitality staff girls; it happened under my nose as I stood guard. I abandoned my post, tailed him to a quiet place, broke his face till he had no teeth, dragged him to the building's roof, stuffed a frag grenade into his pants and sent him flying from all 10 storeys of the government building we guarded.