That's how long I have been doing this shit. How long I have worn the uniform, the uniform of a Hathian Police Officer. For fifteen years, I have brought protecting and serving to a whole new meaning. I took pain and took it to another fucking level. I brought the pain to anyone and everyone who I came across... and I did so god damn well. Baton to the shoulder here... Punch in the face there...chokehold there... Oooo the fun I had!

Officer, Sergeant, Lieutenant, Captain... and now Chief. I have done it all in this department. I climbed the ladder and now I'm on the top of it. I have worn all the stripes, bars, and stars on my collar and at first, it felt glorious. I was happier than a pig in shit, a fat woman in a bakery, you get the fucking picture. But as time went on, I found out that the higher you got in this department that the less fun you had.

I hold this baton in my hand right now, the tool that I used to put fear into the criminals of this city. This baton that put some many in the hospital and make those same people think twice about fucking with me. Now... my tool is a fucking fountain pen.

What the fuck you are doing Hendrich? This shit isn't me.. I am not a fucking office person! What the fuck am I doing? I got caught up with the rank that I allowed myself to be sucked into this office, paperwork, work for the man bullshit! What the fuck happened to the Hendrich Andel of old? Where's the Hendrich Andel who walked up to motherfuckers and bashed their faces in for looking at him the wrong way?

Right here... He's been here the entire time. And if Zero and the rest of Hathian think that the old Hendrich Andel is dead and buried... They couldn't be more fucking wrong,

I may have gotten older, I may have got a higher rank but.... Hendrich Andel will always be... Hendrich Andel.