As Zoe walked down the street, she began to age slowly, becoming 17 years old. It was odd for someone so young to be a police officer, but no one seemed to notice.
"Where the hell is my car?" she asked aloud, worrying that someone might have stolen it. Oh the captain would love that, wouldn't he? she thought, sourly.
But when she turned a corner, she felt relieved. "There it is." She approached it and walked around it, looking in through the windows. It was just parked there. And it didn't look like anything was taken. She opened the driver's side door, meaning to get in, but someone grabbed her from behind.
She spun around and struck the person in the face, realizing too late that it was another cop. Her name was Danielle Chase. They had worked together at the police station for at least four years. Why did Danielle sneak up behind her like that?
But then Zoe blinked and looked again at the person she struck. It wasn't another cop. Why did she think it was? It was a perp. She grabbed hold of the woman and slammed her down onto the hood of the car.
"Zoe! What the hell are you doing?" the woman yelled out.
"That's Officer Graden to you, punk," Zoe said. "You have the right to remain silent ..." she began, giving the woman her rights.
Danielle was stunned. Zoe Graden, a cop who she had worked with for years, was suddenly arresting her. But why? She looked down at herself, as Zoe cuffed her. Hey, she thought. What happened to my uniform? Her clothes now looked different. She was wearing a wife-beater shirt and a pair of torn up jeans. On her feet were combat boots. Why was she dressed like this?
After reading Danielle her rights, Zoe threw her into the back of the squad car and locked the doors on her. She looked out the window at Zoe, her eyes burning with hatred. "Fucking cops," she said. Wait a minute. What did I say? she thought.
