It was 8:30 PM. Harry drove to the police station to check out for the day, and go to his home.

Harry: *Parks car in police parking lot, then walks to police headquarters*
Charlie: *Goes backwards in his car, and nearly hits Harry*
Harry: *Looking in car*
Charlie: *Comes out of car* Harry. u crazy bastard, I could've killed you.
Harry: Yeah, I've noticed.
Charlie: It's been a while since I've seen you. u don't look any older to me. Do I look any older to you?
Harry: No.
Charlie: How come u haven't seen me in all these years?
Harry: I'm sorry Charlie, I've been wanting to, but I've been too busy.
Charlie: Yeah, well I'm not living with Carol anymore.
Harry: I'm sorry to hear that.
Charlie: Yeah, it's alright. I guess it's all of this police work that us stallions do. It ain't as easy as it used to be. Am I right?
Harry: I suppose. Why don't u retire?
Charlie: Retire? Let me tell u something, I've been on the police force for ten years, and I ain't ever retiring. *Gets back in car* The only way to go down, is to go down fighting! *Starts car* Am I right?!
Harry: *Shakes head yes*
Charlie: *Drives out of parking lot*

Harry walked into the police building, and went downstairs to the shooting range. When he got there, there were four stallions, all of them were in their twenties.

Harry: u practice a lot here?
John: When you're a police pony u have to practice. I'm John Davis. This is Phil Sweet, Rick Jones, and over there we have Max McGarrett.
Harry: u related to Steve McGarrett?
All: *Laughing*
Harry: *Goes to set up new targets* I wasn't expecting anypony else here. Usually, I get this area to myself.
John: We'll leave if u want us to.
Harry: *Sets targets* Nah, that's alright. *Goes back to shooting area*
Rick: What kind of gun do u have?
Harry: *Shows .44* I always use this gun.
Max: What kind of bullets do u use?
Harry: Hollow points, with a light special. I always prefer this gun over a .357 anyday, but they're both good guns. *Shoots target six times*

All six bullets hit the bulls eye.

Rick: That was pretty good.
Harry: Would u like to try?
Rick: Oh, I don't know.
Harry: Go on, I insist.
Rick: Okay. *Takes gun, and shoots target six times*

Only five bullets hit the bulls eye.

Rick: *Frowns*
Others: *Smiling*
Rick: I missed one.
Harry: That's alright u still did good.
Rick: Yeah, it's a little heavy for me.
Harry: You'll get used to it after a while. Where'd u learn to shoot? Definitely not from around here.
Rick: No sir. I learned over at Denver. John, and Phil learned in St. Foalis, and Max learned in San Diego.
Harry: Are they better then you?
Rick: John, and Max are. Phil is better then me on a good day.
Phil: *Laughing* On a good day!
John: Well, we better get going.

And all four of the stallions left Harry at the shooting range.

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