Alena

"CONGRATULATIONS!" I, Clara, Maxton and Kassai chants in father's chicken restaurant as we make a toast, clinging our glasses against one another's.

Maxton and Kassai were friends I'd managed to make back at the police academy. I'd once caught them trying to speak out after night hours.

They'd tried to butter up to me to get me not to sell them out to the leaders in charge and from there on out, we just clicked.

Finally, after so much training; we were now rookie cops. It felt like ...