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eureka_npcsJack never liked school. He was good enough at it to work his way up to US Marshal, of course, but the bonus of that was in between law memorization and the bizarrely mandatory higher mathematics courses, there was weapons training.
It balanced out.
What wasn't balancing out at the moment was Jack's attention on the far-too-ominous stack of stapled paper.
A paper test. About guns. Life was not fair.
With a huff, Jack caps his standard-issue ballpoint to place it down on his standard-issue desk, and he handed it to his deputy across the police station office to grade.
It balanced out.
What wasn't balancing out at the moment was Jack's attention on the far-too-ominous stack of stapled paper.
A paper test. About guns. Life was not fair.
With a huff, Jack caps his standard-issue ballpoint to place it down on his standard-issue desk, and he handed it to his deputy across the police station office to grade.
