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A young woman walks into the L.A.P.D S.W.A.T building and up to the main desk.
'Hi, I'm Officer Anastasia Wilson, I'm the newest member of the D-Team.' The woman introduces herself. 'I was told to report to Commander Hicks.'
'Great.' The receptionist smiles as she stands up. 'If you'll follow me, I will take you to his office.' Anastasia nods and follows the receptionist to Commander Hicks' office. When they reach the commander's office, the receptionist knocks on the door.
'Come in.' They hear. The receptionist opens the door and they walk in.
'Commander, Anastasia Wilson is here to see you.' The receptionist states.
'Thank you.' Hicks nods, standing up. The receptionist walks out leaving Anastasia and Hicks.
'Officer Wilson.' Hicks smiles as Anastasia walks up to the desk. They both shake hands and sit down. 'Welcome to L.A.P.D S.W.A.T.'
'Thank you, sir.' Anastasia grins.
'It's not every day that we get a transfer from the C.I.A.' Hicks tells her. 'Your boss spoke very highly of you. You were their best agent. Coming to S.W.A.T is a bit of a demotion.'
'Well, I fancied a change.' Anastasia states. 'I take it you've read my file?'
'I have.' Hicks nods. 'Comparing your CPS file to your CIA file, you wouldn't believe it's the same person.'
'Being in the foster care system makes some people do drastic things.' Anastasia replies. 'Being bounced from foster home to foster home and ultimately ending up on the streets didn't help things. Then I met someone who helped me and a friend get back on the right track. I'm not going to lie, I've had a few slip-ups since then but I promise you, my head is screwed on straight.'
'I have no doubts about you, Wilson.' Hicks shakes his head. 'I just hope that you will bring what you learnt from the C.I.A to S.W.A.T.' There's then a knock on the door and Sergeant Daniel Harrelson, best known as Hondo, walks in with Jessica Cortez. Hicks and Anastasia stand up.
'Officer Wilson, this is Daniel Harrelson, he's your team leader. He's best known to us as Hondo.' Hick introduces Hondo to Anastasia. 'This is Jessica Cortez, she's your captain.' Anastasia shakes their hands. 'Hondo, Cortez, this is Anastasia Wilson. She's the newest addition to the D-Team. Cortez, we've got some paperwork to do. Hondo, she's all yours. Her kit and uniform are in her locker - number 14.' Hicks hands Hondo the key and he nods.
'Follow me.' Hondo tells Anastasia. She nods and follows him out of the office and to the locker room. 'Locker number 14.' Hondo hands her the key to her locker. 'Get into your uniform. I'll wait outside and once you're ready, I'll introduce you to the team.' Anastasia nods and walks to her locker whilst Hondo walks out to the hallway. As Anastasia opens her locker, she puts her bag in and takes out her uniform.
Sixteen-year-old Anastasia walks out of the classroom. Yet again, someone has said something in her history class that has pissed her off. She walks to her locker which is just down the hall, opens it and throws her books in.
'Miss Wilson!' She hears her teacher, Mr Thorne shout. She slams her locker and turns to face him. Not only is he her history teacher he's also her behaviour mentor. 'Can you come back into class?' He asks as he walks up to Anastasia.
'Why should I?' Anastasia scoffs. 'So that I can hear his homophobic, racist, misogynistic voice again?' She adds. 'I don't think so.'
'Anna, you can't keep walking out of your classes. You need to keep doing those exercises I taught you to manage your anger.'
'I have! And guess what? They don't work.' Anastasia replies. 'I just need to go somewhere to clear my head.'
'Anastasia, I'm not asking you. Get back into class. Now!' Mr Thorne orders.
'Go fuck yourself.' Anastasia whispers under her breath.
'What was that?' Mr Thorne asks, making sure that he heard right.
'I said go fuck yourself.' Anastasia says louder. She spins around and walks off.
10 minutes later, Anastasia walks out into the hallway where Hondo is waiting for her. She has changed into the black S.W.A.T t-shirt, black trousers with her gun strapped around her thigh and her badge clipped to her belt. She how tied her hair into a bun.
'You ready?' Hondo asks her and she nods. 'Let's go.' As they walk to the D-Team briefing area, they talk. 'Where were you before here, Wilson?'
'C.I.A, sir.' Anastasia replies.
'S.W.A.T's a lot different than the C.I.A, Wilson.' Hondo says. 'Why change?'
'I realised that S.W.A.T was my true calling, sir.' Anastasia responds. Hondo stops and turns around to face her.
'First things first, Wilson. You can drop the "sir". We don't really do that here. Not with me anyway - Hondo is fine.' Hondo informs her.
'Sorry.' Anastasia laughs nervously. 'In the C.I.A. everyone higher than you is either sir, ma'am or whatever their rank was.'
'Like I said, S.W.A.T is a lot different than the C.I.A.' Hondo reminds her before the continue walking. After a few minutes, they approach the D-Team. 'Listen up!' Everyone turns to face him. 'We have a new member joining our team today. This is Anastasia Wilson. I'd like everyone to go around and introduce themselves.'
'David Kay, but everyone called me Deacon or Deke.' Deacon introduces himself as he shakes Anastasia's hand.
'Dominique Luca.' Luca grins, shaking Anastasia's hand. When it gets to Jim Street, he just folds his arms.
'They really let you become a cop, huh?' Street raises an eyebrow.
Eighteen-year-old Jim Street walks into a derelict building.
'Anna!' He shouts as he walks around. 'Anna, where the hell are ya?!' He continues to walk around. 'Anna!' Eventually, he comes across a room with people lying all over the floor and furniture. Empty alcohol bottles, syringes and joint ends create a carpet. Carefully, Jim walks around, stepping over the countless bodies until he finds who he's looking for lying on the sofa. 'Hey! Wake up!' He kicks the sofa causing seventeen-year-old Anastasia to jolt up. 'What the hell have you been doing?! I've bee out all night looking for you.'
'Why?' Anastasia rubs her eyes.
'Because no-one has seen you in over a week.' Jim tells her. 'Buck has even put out a missing person's alert on you.'
'Well, he shouldn't have.' Anastasia shakes her head. Jim grabs onto her upper arm and pulls her up. 'What are you doing?!' She exclaims. 'Get off me!'
'I'm taking you to the hospital to get checked over.' Jim informs her.
'The hell I am!' Anastasia tries to release herself from his grip.
'Anna, you need help. This is the third time in two months that you've gone AWOL to get drunk and high.' Jim tries to talk some sense into her. 'Buck hasn't given up on you. He never will. Even after all the crap you've pulled. The least you can do is get clean.'
'I could say the same thing about you.' Anastasia puts one hand on her hip. After a few moments, they smile and hug. 'It's been too long.' She grins as they part.
'I take it you too know each other, then.' Deacon says.
'Yeah.' Street nods. 'Anna was another kid that Buck took under his wing.'
Fourteen-year-old Jim Street is on his way to Buck Spivey's house when he hears crying come from the alley he has just walked past. He walks backwards and turns into the alley.
'Hello?' He calls out. The crying stops and a young girl, around the same age as him stands up from behind a few trashcans. She has a cut about her right eye causing blood to trickle down her face. She also has a bruise covering her left eye. 'Are you okay?' He asks her.
'I-' The girl goes to say but Jim interrupts her.
'You need to go to hospital.' He says.
'I'm fine.' The girl shakes her head.
'Let me at least get you somewhere safe.' Jim tells her. 'The girl simply nods. 'I'm Jim.' He introduces himself as the girl walks up to him.
'Anna.' The girl smiles slightly.
15 minutes later, Anna and Jim are arriving in front of a house. They walk up to the door and Jim gets a key out of his pocket. He unlocks the door and they both walk into the house.
'Jim, is that you?' Buck Spivey shouts.
'Yeah.' Jim shouts back. Buck walks out into the hallway. He gets the same concerned look Jim had when he sees Anna.
'Who's this?' Buck questions.
'Anna.' Jim states. 'She needs your help.'
'Let's just say I'm not proud of my teenage years.' Anastasia sighs.
'Who is?' Luca laughs. 'I mean, we've all done things we regret.' Deacon, Tan and Hondo all nod in agreement.
'You don't know what I got up to.' Anastasia laughs. 'That's a story for another time.'
'Where's Chris.' Hondo asks.
'Stuck in traffic.' Deacon replies. 'She'll be here as soon as she can.' Hondo turns to Anastasia for clarification.
'Chris Alonso.' Hondo tells her. 'She's the other female team member.'
Anastasia is sat in a bar with some of her colleagues celebrating her promotion to C.I.A team leader after just a year on the job. The celebrations go on for a good few hours before everyone has to go home, leaving Anastasia on her own. Not wanting the fun to end, Anastasia heads to the nearest nightclub. She walks up to the bar and waits to be served.
'Hi.' She hears from beside her. She looks to her side and sees a short woman with a drink in her hand.
'Hey.' Anastasia smiles.
'You look like you've already had a lot of fun tonight.' The woman states.
'Well, I've been on my job for a year and have already gotten a promotion. Not many people in the C.I.A can say that.' Anastasia grins.
'You're with the C.I.A?' The woman asks and Anastasia nods. 'I'm with the L.A.P.D.' Both women smile at each other. 'Can I buy you a drink?'
'Sure.' Anastasia nods.
'Chris Alonso.' The woman extends her hand.
'Anna Wilson.' Anastasia shakes her hand.
It gets to 4 am. Anastasia and Chris walk out of the nightclub. As soon as they're out in the fresh air, Chris pushes Anastasia against the wall and plants a kiss on her lips. Anastasia pushes deeper into the kiss as she runs her hands up and down Chris' body. They part and take a deep breath.
'You wanna take this to my place or yours?' Anastasia questions.
Anastasia has been getting to know her team-mates for fifteen minutes when Chris comes running up to them, tucking in her shirt as she does.
'Sorry I'm late!' She apologises, not looking up. 'Traffic was a night-' She continues to say but trails off when she sees Anastasia. 'A-Anna. Hey.'
'Hey, Chris.' Anastasia nods.
'Right.' Hondo sighs, frustrated. 'How do you two know each other?'
'Erm- Chris and I- we-' Anastasia starts.
'We used to date.' Chris finishes.