Mulrooney sprinted as fast as he could. His heart pounded in his chest as dribbles of sweat ran down his muscular neck. When he lunged and stretched his arm forward, he felt his leg buckle. “Fuh-uck!” he yelled as his abdomen smacked the floor. He heard the ball land one foot beyond where he lay.
He looked up to see Officer Kate Axberg prancing around the racquetball court, arms raised in a victory dance. She then jumped over his prone body and pirouetted before taking a dramatic bow.
“Oh God, I just got my ass kicked by Peter Pan,” he grunted as he rolled on his back to massage his knee.
As Kate straddled him she pressed her racquet into his stomach and smiled triumphantly. “Whooped by a girl! Is that dinky piece of shrapnel in your knee still tripping you up, old man?”
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