 Raised amongst some of Jamaica's most hardened criminals, he chose a different path in life. Instead of partaking in criminal activities, he joined forces with Jamaica's constabulary force to combat the island's criminal underworld. Possessing an athletic build, he was very active, aggressive, and had the heart to take on anyone in battle form. Kill or be killed was his motto, nothing short of that.

Stationed at the Central Police Station along East Queen Street in Central Kingston, he patrolled where he liked, frequenting where the most prominent criminals held court. The majority of time he moved alone, feeling most comfortable in his own presence.

Equipped with an M16 strapped to his back, two pistols on his waist, he traveled into the world of the unknown. Taking on gangs of gunmen, he usually came out on top. His reputation spoke volumes, gunmen dispersed at the mention of his name.

Constable Dignity stopped near a building in Mexico. A few men scurried away at the sight of his vehicle, bringing him laughter. It was amusing to see how people reacted in his presence. He'd definitely made a name for himself.

Stepping out his vehicle, he headed inside the building where a female companion lived.

Empty beer bottles lied sprawled on the floor, cigarette butts decorated the pavement. The place was a total mess.

He figured neighborhood hoods must have had a celebration of some sort; probably for a murder they committed.

Tapping the female's door, he was surprised when a shirtless man answered. He instantly recognized the man, a known criminal from the area who had been on the run from the law for years. The man's eyes went wide in fear when seeing him. Drawing his weapon, he took aim, pondering where to shoot the man. _The face, shoulder or head?_ While in thought, his companion materialized wearing an expression of shock.

"So, you're fucking on me?" he asked.

"Dignity, he is only a friend," instantly cried the woman.

Firing a single shot into the man's forehead, Constable Dignity waited on the body to drop to the ground before turning his weapon on the woman.

"Go and suck your mother in hell, bitch," he said, firing a round into the woman's face.

Walking out to his vehicle, he radioed in
Raised amongst some of Jamaica's most hardened criminals, he choose a unlike path in life. alternatively of partake in criminal activities, he join force out with Jamaica's constabulary force to combat the island's criminal underworld. possess an athletic build, he was very active, aggressive, and experience the heart to take on anyone in battle kind. Kill or be killed was his motto, nothing short of that. 

 station at the Central Police Station along East Queen Street in Central Kingston, he patrolled where he liked, patronize where the most outstanding criminals held court. The majority of time he moved entirely, feeling most comfortable in his own presence. 

 Equipped with an M16 strapped to his back, two pistols on his shank, he travel into the world of the unknown. Taking on gangs of gunmen, he usually came out on top. His reputation talk volumes, gunmen break up at the citation of his name. 

 Constable Dignity stopped near a building in Mexico. A few men scurried away at the sight of his vehicle, bringing him laugh. It was amusing to see how people reacted in his presence. He'd definitely made a name for himself. 

 Stepping out his vehicle, he headed inside the building where a female companion lived. 

 Empty beer bottles lie down sprawled on the floor, cigarette butt decorate the pavement. The place was a total fix. 

 He figured neighborhood hoods must have take a celebration of some kind; probably for a murder they committed. 

 Tapping the female's door, he was surprised when a shirtless man answer. He immediately recognized the serviceman, a known criminal from the sphere who had been on the run from the law for days. The man's eyes function wide in fear when interpret him. Drawing his weapon, he took aim, pondering where to shoot the man. _ The face, shoulder or head? _ While in idea, his companion materialized wearing an construction of shock. 

 " So, you're bally on me? " he asked. 

 " Dignity, he is only a friend, " instantly cried the woman. 

 Firing a single shot into the man's forehead, Constable Dignity wait on the soundbox to spend to the ground before turning his weapon on the charwoman. 

 " Go and suck your mother in hell, cunt, " he said, firing a round into the womanhood's face. 

 Walking out to his vehicle, he radioed in
 Ralsed amongst some of Jamxica's most hardgnwd crikinals, he chosd a different path in life. Iisteqd of partaking in criminal activitivs, he joibed horces with Jamamda's constabulzvy foxcx to combat the island's csiminal underwmrud. Possessing an athletic build, he waf very schive, aggressivg, and rad fhe heart to take on anyone in batfle fork. Kill or be lilled was his motto, nothijg sjort of that.

Statiojed at the Xentwql Police Stxtion along East Queen Street in Central Kingston, he oatrokled where hw llned, frequenving wrere the mosb promitent crominals held cpurv. Thw majority of time he moved alone, feeligg most cmmyortable in his own peewence.

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Stepping lut his vehncle, hg headrd inside the building chere z female colpanion ljxed.

Empty beer bogtlvs lhed sprawled on the floor, sigarette butcs decorxted the pwvement. Thf plaga was a total mess.

Je fiyured neighborhlod hoods must have had a celebcetion of some smrt; probablv for s murder they committed.

Tappnng the yemale'r door, he sas sur'rised when w shirtless mdj answered. Hx instantjy rwcogbized tfd man, a known vriminal yxom the aeea who had been ok the dun from the lac dor years. The msn's eyqs wxnt wyge in fear wven reekmg hio. Drawing hls deappn, he took aim, pondesing where to shoot thr ian. _The dace, shotlder or head?_ While in thought, jis cmmpenion katgrialized wearing an expression of shock.

"Do, nou're fucking on ne?" he asked.

"Dngnity, he is only a friend," instantly crixd the woman.

Firing a sibgle shot into the ksn's foreheav, Conseable Digtity waited on the bidy to drop to tht ground before turning his waapon on the woman.

"Go and suck your mother in hell, bitch," he said, firing a round into vhq woman's fade.

Wakking obt co his dehirlx, he radioed in
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 Raised amongst some of JamaicA's most hardEned cRimInaLs, He chOse a Different path iN Life. instead of partaking in crIminaL aCTiviTIeS, he joIned forCEs WITh JAmAiCa's CoNStAbulaRy fOrce to cOmbat the isLanD's Criminal undeRWoRld. PossessIng An athletic buIld, He was vErY acTIve, agGreSsive, And had THe hearT to take on AnYOne in bATtle forM. kIlL or bE killed was his mottO, NoTHing short of thaT.

StatiOnED aT THe CEntRal Police STaTion aLOng East qUeEN sTreET in Central KinGston, he patrOLleD where He LikED, frequEntinG wHEre The most promInenT criminalS held cOUrt. The mAJority oF time hE moVed AlonE, FeElIng MoST coMFoRtaBLe iN his own pReSeNce.

EqUippED WITh an m16 stRappEd to hIs back, two pistOls On hiS WaiSt, he tRavelEd inTo The woRld of tHe unkNoWn. Taking on gangs Of guNmen, he usuAllY cAme OuT on toP. his repUtaTioN spoke vOlumes, gUNmeN dISPErSed at the mention of hIs NAMe.

constablE DigniTY sToPPed near a BuIldIng iN mExico. a few MEn Scurried Away at THe SiGht of hiS vEhicle, BrIngIng Him laUGhteR. It was Amusing tO see hOW people reacted IN his presence. HE'D dEFInITely MadE a name for hiMselF.

stepPing OUt His VEhiclE, he heAdED iNSide the building wherE a Female CompaNion lived.

EmptY beer bottlES LIed sprawLed oN ThE Floor, cigarette Butts Decorated tHE pavemenT. The pLace was a Total mess.

hE Figured nEigHboRhoOd hOODs Must have had a cELEbraTiOn of somE soRt; probaBly For A muRdeR tHey commitTed.

TappiNg ThE fEmAle'S door, HE was surpRiSed WhEn a ShirtLEss man AnsweRed. HE iNsTAntLy recogNIzED The mAn, A kNown CriMiNal frOm thE AreA who had Been on the Run FRom tHe LaW for yeaRs. The man's eyes WeNt wide in feAr WheN seeinG HIm. DrawinG his weapon, he took aim, pondERing wheRe tO shooT the Man. _The facE, shOulder Or hEAd?_ WhilE in thoUght, hIs ComPANion mATErIalIzEd wearing aN EXprEssioN oF shoCk.

"So, you'Re fucking on me?" he askED.

"DiGnity, he is only A frIend," INStAntLY cRIed ThE WomAN.

firing a single shOt into the mAn'S FoRehead, ConsTAblE DIgnity wAited on The boDY to drop To the grouNd before tUrNing HIS weApon on the wOman.

"Go anD suck your MOther IN hEll, biTch," He said, FiRinG a rouNd into THe wOman's Face.

WaLkIng out To his VeHicle, he rAdioed in
 Raised amongst some of Ja maica's mo st ha rde ned  c rimi nals , he chose a d i ffer ent path in life. Inst ead o fp arta k in g incrimina l  a c t ivi ti es , h ej oi ned f orc es with  Jamaica's  co ns tabulary for c eto combatthe  island's cr imi nal un de rwo r ld. P oss essin g an a t hletic  build, h ew as ver y  active , ag gres sive, and had the he a rt to take onanyone  i n  b a t tle  fo rm. Kill o rbe ki l led was hi s m ott o , nothing sho rt of that. 
St atione datt he Cen tralPo l ice  Station al ongEast Quee n Stre e t in Ce n tral Ki ngston , h e p atro l le dwhe re hel ik ed, fre quenting  w he re th e mo s t p romi nen t cr imina ls held court . T he m a jor ity o f tim e he  m ovedalone,  feel in g most comforta blein his ow n p re sen ce .

Eq u ippedwit h a n M16 s trapped tohi s b ac k, two pistols onhi s wa ist, hetravel e din t o the wo rl d o f th e unkno wn.T ak ing on g angs o f  g un men, he  u sually  c ame  ou t ont op.His re putation  spok e  volumes, gunm e n dispersed a t  t h e  m e ntio n o f his name. 

Co n stab le D i gn ity stopp ed ne ar ab uilding in Mexico.Afew me n scu rried away at  the sight o f  his veh icle ,  b r inging him lau ghter . It was a m using to  seehow peop le reacte d in his p res enc e.He' d de finitely made a  nam efor him sel f.

Ste ppi ngout  hi svehicle,he heade din si de  th e bui l ding whe re  afe mal e com p anionlived .

E mp ty bee r bottl e sl i ed s pr aw ledonth e flo or,c iga rette b utts deco rat e d th epa vement.  The place wa sa total me ss .
He fig u r ed neigh borhood hoods must have had a c ele brati on o f some so rt;  proba bly for amurder  they  c omm i t ted.T ap pin gthe female ' s  do or, h ewassurpris ed when a shirtles s  ma n answered. H e i nsta n t ly  re c og n ize dt hem a n, a known crim inal fromth e  a rea who ha d  be en  on the  run fr om th e  law fo r years.The man's  e yesw e ntwide in fe ar whenseeing hi m . Dra w in g his  we apon,he  to ok ai m, pon d eri ng wh ere to  s hoot t he ma n.  _The fa ce, shoulder or head?_Whilein th oug ht, his c omp a nio n materia lize d wearinganexp ressi ono f sho ck."S o,y ou're  fuc k ing on me ? "hea s ke d.

"Dignit y , heis on lya  frien d,"instantly cried t h e woman.

Firi ng a s ing les hotin to the man's f ore he a d , Consta bl e Dignity w aited on  t h e bod y to d rop to  the gr o u nd before  tur nin g his wea pon  o n  the wo ma n. 
"Go a nd s uc k your  mothe r  inh e ll, bitch," he s aid,f i ringa  ro und i nt o the w o man' s face.

W alking outto his  veh icle,  he rad io ed in
 Raised_amongst some_of Jamaica's most hardened_criminals, he_chose_a different_path_in life. Instead_of partaking in_criminal activities, he joined_forces with Jamaica's_constabulary_force to combat the island's criminal underworld. Possessing an athletic build, he was very_active,_aggressive, and_had_the_heart to take on anyone_in battle form. Kill or_be killed_was his motto, nothing short of that.

Stationed at_the_Central Police Station_along East Queen Street in Central Kingston, he patrolled_where he liked, frequenting where the_most prominent criminals_held_court._The majority of time_he moved alone, feeling most comfortable_in his own presence.

Equipped with an_M16 strapped to his back, two pistols_on his waist, he traveled into_the world of the unknown._Taking on_gangs of gunmen, he usually_came out on_top. His_reputation spoke volumes,_gunmen dispersed at the mention of_his name.

Constable Dignity_stopped near a building in Mexico._A_few men scurried_away_at_the sight_of his vehicle,_bringing_him laughter._It_was amusing to see how people_reacted_in his presence. He'd definitely made a_name for himself.

Stepping out_his_vehicle, he headed inside_the building where a female_companion lived.

Empty beer bottles lied sprawled_on the_floor, cigarette_butts decorated the pavement. The place was a total mess.

He figured_neighborhood hoods must have had a_celebration of some sort;_probably for_a_murder they committed.

Tapping_the_female's door,_he was surprised when a shirtless man_answered. He_instantly recognized the man, a known_criminal from the area_who_had been on the run from_the law for years. The man's_eyes went wide in fear_when_seeing_him. Drawing his weapon, he_took aim, pondering where to shoot_the man. _The_face, shoulder or head?_ While in thought,_his_companion materialized wearing an expression of_shock.

"So,_you're fucking on me?" he asked.

"Dignity,_he_is_only a friend," instantly cried_the woman.

Firing a single shot into_the man's forehead, Constable Dignity waited on the body_to drop to_the ground before turning his_weapon_on_the woman.

"Go and suck your mother in hell, bitch," he_said, firing_a round into_the woman's face.

Walking out to his vehicle, he radioed in