"Another precinct was targeted today," announces the newscaster. I raise the volume. "The West Precinct was attacked earlier this morning. It is confirmed that twenty-three officers are dead, including precinct captain Mike Brown. With the attack on the North precinct two weeks ago, the death toll sums up to forty-eight dead officers, fifteen dead civilians and over forty injured. We await further information during the on-going investigation. In other news; an intoxicated man shot himself—" I shut off the television. Glancing at the time, I curse under my breath.

The sun shines brightly, adding some warmth to the cool crisp morning air. I’m grateful for the chance to take my bike out today. Usually the weather in Seattle is a mix between rain and fog.

I hop onto my black Ducati Multistrada 1100S and start her up. The loud rumbling resonates throughout the quiet neighborhood, disturbing those still asleep. A faint smirk appears on my face at the sheer power beneath me. I place my helmet on, shrouding myself in the dark shade of my visor. I rev my bike before speeding off.

The road opens up a bit, giving me the chance to fly down the street. The scenery passes by in a comfortable blur but I distinctively make out the bakery that I occasionally stop by for breakfast. I could really use some of their French toast right now but their lines are incredibly long in the mornings and I’m in a rush.

It took me a while to get used to the city again. The buildings are huge and some places here seem to swallow you whole in comparison. Everybody is always in a hurry. Things are fast paced, and for a long time it all put me on edge.

It’s a constant internal struggle to adjust to life on the outside and everything that comes with it; the good and the bad, the beautiful and the horrible. It’s all very different, but I won’t turn any of it away.

I shut my bike off in a parking space behind a massive cream-colored building. They don’t let anyone park out front. Fortunately, it’s not too much of a long walk to the front entrance.

The doors hisses closed as I come to a stop in the lobby. My eyes narrow slightly at the frenzy everyone seems to be in, which is unusual. Most of the time, things are more organized. The atmosphere right now feels intense.