Tank nodded as Lori asked him about his previous work experience, "Yes, I've held a job with this sort of thing before. Some went well, others.......not so much." There was one he was particularly ashamed of, one that he hoped he would never have to experience again. He didn't really want to have to talk about it, but somehow knew he would have to. But he would hold that off towards the end.
"My first job was with an armored transport company. Secure Transport Solutions was the name. I rode shotgun on a lot of deliveries, helping to ensure whatever it was we were transporting arrived safely. A lot more action in that job than I was led to believe. The company went under, so they let me go." He left out his other role as an on-hand tow truck for the company; if there were any transport vehicles that got damaged for any reason, he had to go out and literally pick them up and take them to the STS depot for repairs.
"My second job was as a personal bodyguard for some A-list celebrity; sad part is, I can't even remember what her name was." Video of him with said celebrity, however, was quite popular on the web and was all over television for some time. But he most likely wouldn't be recognized because he was in a suit and dark sunglasses; it was her request for a 'movie-like experience'. Tank then continued, "I was let go after that because she complained to her father that I was taking all the attention away from her. So, no harm done, I suppose."
"My third job, I applied to become a police officer; they took one look at me, however, and said that SWAT would be a much better choice. They put me through their training regiment and before I knew it, I was on the front lines. But, about two years into my service, things.......went awry" He then paused, turning his head away from Lori with a look of shame and regret on his face; this was the life event that made him ashamed to even be alive. But, it was better that she know the truth; if she didn't want to hire him after this, he'd understand.
His body shook slightly as he explained, "We were called to respond to an armed robbery that had turned into a hostage situation; for hours there was a stand-off as they tried to negotiate with them, but they wouldn't listen." He then paused again and took a deep breath before continuing, "I don't remember a lot of what happened next; all I remember was getting shot in the chest and blacking out, only to awaken inside the building where the hostages were being held. I remember their faces, all of them staring at me as if I was some kind of freak, some kind of monster. When I was fully aware, I looked around and could see why they looked at me the way they did. It looked like someone drove a truck through the side of the building itself, and the interior was completely demolished; even though none of the hostages were hurt or killed, I was dishonorably discharged for excessive force and reckless endangerment. I don't even know why I did what I did; the other SWAT members said I just went berserk after a sniper shot me, and even as the hostage-takers were firing at me, I just kept going." He then just stopped talking, his body shaking and him looking like he was about to just break down; he obviously felt guilty about what happened, even if he had no control over it.
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