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Licensed To Kill

Tom Marks, the newly promoted Detective had to relocate due to his promotion. He is not only an upstanding member of the Police department, but he is also the youngest Police officer to make Detective. Upon his arrival, he notices that the law that he swears to uphold isn't always as black and white in L.A. He finds that there are two types of law, one for the criminals, and one for the rich and famous. Detective Tom Marks soon has to start bending to their rules to accommodate the criminals that he swears to put behind bars to keep his job. After an encounter with the local district attorney, Madison McKenna, he does not feel so alone anymore in his quest to uphold the law and put criminals behind bars, keeping them there for as long as they possibly can. Together they seem to be able to face anything. But Detective Marks is soon faced with a new type of evil, something he has never dealt with before, his very own demons that lead him down a path of no return. Will Madison be able to bring him back? Will performing his duties cost him everything, will he survive. Will he find love in it all?

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Thinking Of Jumping

I am running after Sandra up the bridge. She sees that there is nowhere for her to go, she climbs over onto the ledge of the bridge and screams at me to get away from her or she will jump. I walk to the ledge and look over, it is easily more than 200 feet to the ground. The other units come running up the bridge and I put my hand out to show them to stop, I tell them;

"Back off, I have got it"

I look back at Sandra. She is breathing heavily while looking down. She is struggling to hold on with her left hand, as she still has a gun in her hands. I look down again and see the other units on the ground, starting to clear the area of the public trying to see what is going on. I stand still and try to make contact with her, I say;

"Sandra, my name is Detective Marks from the L.A.P.D."

Sandra moves her head a little to the left like she is trying to hear what I am saying, but still looking to the ground beneath her. I say to Sandra;