The two police officers had worked together for two years now, quickly becoming close friends, both men were in their thirties. Gary had joined the force with images of high speed chases and action. He loved his action movies and his treasured Ducati superbike. The reality of the job was that he’d never handled a gun and was behind the wheel of a diesel Vauxhall Astra. McDonalds was a completely unglamorous way to spend their break, but it was a routine that they’d fallen into. The two men got out of their car and strolled over to the front door of the fast food chain. They both wore high visibility stab vests over white shirts. It was too hot for jumpers. “I’ve been thinking about this all morning,” said Matt. “Know what you mean, mate,” said Gary. Getting through the glass doors they were confronted with a large queue, they could already feel the gazing stares upon them. Children looked at them out of interest, adults out of disgust, they didn’t care. “Fuck me, I’m starving,”
