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01 January 2020 @ 03:24 am
Nothing is okay. Wunch circling me like a shark frenzied by chum. The task force turning into a career-threatening quagmire. An internal affairs investigation casting doubt upon my integrity and you ask is everything okay? I am buffeted by the winds of my foe’s enmity, and cast about the towering waves of cruel fate. Yet I, a captain, am no longer able to command my vessel, my precinct, from my customary helm, my office. And you ask, is everything okay? I've worked the better part of my years on earth overcoming every prejudice and fighting for the position I hold and now I feel it being ripped from my grasp. And with it, the very essence of what defines me as a man. And you ask is everything okay?