You thought about the storm brewing on the horizon, about some issues between the LAPD and Forbes, thought about Gru, and many past events.
'Sir, what's this?' the youngster asked.
'None of your business, but I can't have dinner with you tonight, I'll make it up to you at my place some other time.'
At an intersection, you let the youngster out, without much hesitation, you stepped on the gas heading towards LAPD headquarters.
It was still early, but you wanted to arrive early.
Then, Jax assigned you to his personal squad.
Target unknown, plan unknown, no paperwork, but you didn't say anything.
So, Wigginster died at the end of your gun, yeah, five other people fired shots too, but you insisted in front of old friends that it was your bullet that hit first.
Jax gave you a quick rundown and left, you were assigned to tonight's second task, waiting for the Governor at the airport.
