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Now, as a police officer and a member of the Columbia SWAT team, he was used to confrontations with guns a-blazing.
Stupid punks.
“Now go before I change my mind.” Myles waved his weapon, motioning them to leave.
They took off running as if the gates of Hell had opened.
With a low chuckle, Myles slid his Glock back in its sheath.
“Idiots.” He walked to his truck and got in. The gun they had pulled out on him still had the safety on. “Well, that’s good.” With a shake of his head, he stored it in his glove box until he could turn it in at work.
There was no telling what crimes had been committed with it.
Glancing at his watch, he released a curse.
If he didn’t get a move on, he’d be late for his department meeting.
The drive to the precinct wouldn’t take long.
Within fifteen minutes, Myles was striding into the station. Before going to the conference room, he’d made a pit stop and turned the confiscated gun over to Detective Brown, who was in charge of the gun buyback program.
It was an effort that every police officer put in the time to help get guns off the streets.
“Yo, Myles!”
He turned around, recognizing the voice.
Brodie, the youngest member of their team, approached him. Brodie was the team’s entry man, specializing in breaking and entering whatever building SWAT needed to go into.
“What’s up, Brodie?” Myles grinned.
Brodie arrived at his side. They did the usual brotherly greeting of a fist bump and slaps on the backs.
“Shit. I think Mac makes these meetings early on purpose. Who wants to come into the office at this time of day?” Brodie shook his head, walking toward the conference room.
Myles fell in step next to him. “I know. Some of us were out late last night,” Myles bragged.
“Here we go.” Brodie rolled his eyes, laughing. “I need coffee so I can make sure I can process all the nasty details.”
Myles barked a laugh. His night had been exciting. He’d met up with a little Spanish kitten he kept on speed dial. Nasty wouldn’t even begin to describe what he’d gotten into. She’d invited over a friend, and the rest they say, is history.
He wasn’t a committing man. He liked to keep his options open. Every woman he was involved with knew he wasn’t the ‘settling down’ type. They understood he didn’t offer relationships or love.
Myles, he just loved women and ensured they all enjoyed themselves in his company.
What he did bring to the table were fun-filled nights complete with passion.
He wasn’t against the institution of marriage. Not at all. It was apparently working for Mac, Dec, and Ash. Had someone asked Myles if he would have thought any of his teammates would be getting married, he’d have laughed in their faces.
SWAT was a dangerous job. One that didn’t come with any promises that they’d return home. Each man who wore those four letters across their chest fully understood that they would give one hundred and ten percent for their teammates.
“One day, you can be like Myles Burton,” he boasted.
They arrived at the conference room, and he waved Brodie in first.
“What? Needing an STD test monthly?” Zain snickered from his corner of the room where he and Iker sat.
Chuckles went around.
