Gemotions

He stumbled upon the wallet in the alleyway, the dim light catching the gleaming leather. John was a security guard who worked long shifts, barely managing to scrape by. The contents promised liberation, an escape from his tedious routine.

He could buy a boat. Go fishing. Finally, experience the world. The possibilities were endless.

But the face of his partner, the oath he took to serve and protect, surfaced in his mind. He looked toward the city, and began walking toward the precinct. He knew what he had to do.