The two hardboiled cops went into the police station's locker room, hot and sweaty from a hard day's work patrolling the mean streets of Atlanta. It was already unbearably hot in the summer, but getting involved in a shootout after a botched drug bust had only made things worse.
Officer Radwalski took opened his locker and started to take off his uniform to switch back into his street clothes. He was pretty damned thankful for the Kevlar vests at that point.
"Damnit Walsh, what the hell were you thinking back there?"
"I already told you I'm sorry," his partner replied, "It's just... well you could have gotten yourself killed back there."
"Yeah," Radwalski replied, "And instead you jumped in and nearly got both of us killed! Is that really that much better in your world?"
Walsh shrugged. He was the junior partner in their relationship, fresh out of the academy. But Radwalski... he was a legend. Walsh respected the man, and listened to everything he said. He had heard the stories, but he never really expected that he would be working with the legend he strived so hard to live up to back at the academy.
"No," Officer Walsh finally replied, "It's just that..."