I...might be out of a job

I already spoke to Genichirou about this. I might have to resign from the police. It's not something I ever wanted to do. But I just got back from the doctor. They've told me...well... even with more surgeries on my shoulder... I've never going to be the same. The bullet shattered too much in there, tore too much. I don't know if I can perform my duties. I'm useless to SWAT and I don't know how useful I'll be in Organized crime sitting behind a desk.

I don't want to give up. That's not who I am some annoying know-it-all blond reminded me. But I also know I can't run from reality. My reality is that I've lost the use of my right arm other than for the most simple of actions and motions.