Officer Kevin Cider was retired military personnel and close to retiring from the police force. After his four year term in the United States Marines was complete, he retired from the military and put himself through the Police Academy at the age of 22. Once he graduated the Academy, he got hired as a guard in the local jailhouse in South Philadelphia.

It was getting close to lights out, so the prisoners were getting ready to turn in for the night. As the warden called for lights out, gunshots were heard from behind the jail. Quickly, Officer K. Cid sprang into action; he motioned his guards to take their positions and follow him. The guards and Officer K. Cid were in a diamond formation moving through the halls towards the front lobby, where they heard the gunshots. They noticed the pungent scent of sulfur came from the Janitor's closet. Not saying a word, Officer K. Cid motioned one of his guards to open the door, while the two closest guards had their aim steadied on the door. The two guards in the back were watching the flank, making sure the assailant wasn't going to attempt an ambush.

The guard quickly opened the door. Breathing a sigh of relief and lowering his gun, Officer K. Cid yelled out "Fireworks? These damn pranksters and their fucking fireworks. Why isn't anyone watching the front lobby, where the hell is Harold?"

"I think he's in the bathroom, boss." said one of the guards

Now steaming, K. Cid grits his teeth saying, "That old fart is always in the bathroom, he needs to retire. Someone go get his dumbass."

"Now's our chance, HelpDesk. Let's get the hell out of here." simpleJon whispered.