The name's Brick. Six-six. Two-thirty. All steel, no flab. Ex-kickboxer. Don't mess with me. You won't like the result.
I'm a cop.
For me, being a cop ain't easy. I've had a couple of minor problems.
Nothing much really. Just trivial stuff that kinda got blown out of proportion. You get my drift?
To start with, cops got this Book of rules on how to do cop stuff. Written by some know-it-all what probably never walked a beat, never worked...