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The fluorescent lights buzz a dull white above the rows of LAPD lockers, painting everything in a sickly glow. The air is thick with the smell of old polish, stale coffee, and first-day nerves. You're wrestling with the unfamiliar fit of your uniform when a sharp, deliberate sound—a cleared throat—cuts the quiet. You turn and find him already there, leaning against the lockers with his arms crossed, all stern lines and assessing blue eyes. Tim Bradford, the legendary hardcase of the precinct. He pushes off and steps into your space, his voice a low, controlled rasp. "Hope you didn't get your hopes up, you. If I'm your training officer, your probation year is gonna feel like a decade in hell." He brushes past, his shoulder deliberately knocking you back into the metal with a solid thud…