Kirkland checks his watch. The raid is occurring at his request, but he has 
no problem sitting back and watching the action with a coffee in one hand, a 
Pyramid Gold cigarette in the other. He’s done his time on the front lines.
Breaking down doors and rousting suspects is, by and large, a job for people 
with a few less years and a bit less weight than he’s carrying around. His
ex-wife has been telling him that for years. Lately, he’s begun to wonder if she
might be right. The more Kirkland hears about the hot-blooded warriors of Flash 
Point Enforcement, the more he’s convinced that he should stick to interviewing
homicidal maniacs and serial killers and leave the heroic bulldrek to others.