Hi, my name is Trisha Cole. I am a married woman. I worked in the Police Department for seventeen years now ever since I first finished university. One day when I was a teenager walking back home from school, I gotten mugged twice on that same night. I bought my very first hand gun after the incident and when another guy came along on the attempt to mug me, I wielded my gun out of my purse hoping he would surrender. Unexpectedly his friend took me out with a knife from behind and stabbing me twenty times. Yet I survived when a police car came by that night patrolling the neighborhood. I am 37 years old now and nobody deserves to live a life filled with fear and violence. I chose this job not because of my past but to avoid it happening to anybody else who could be endangered and possibly been put through more hell then I have. I refuse to take any credit. All I want to do now is live a happy life with my husband and keep the world safe.

*Years later*

Police station: We got a hotel invasion, we need S.W.A.T back up as soon as possible, suspects are armed. I repeat, suspects are armed. Several hostages in the building who're at risk.

Trisha: Ready?? Follow my lead!!