Just another Day...
| Raylan Chance |
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U.S. Marshall
Group: Human Admin
Posts: 14
Member No.: 84
Joined: 18-February 11
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Raylan seriously hated waking up in the morning. Sure, maybe it was because the coffee tasted like shit In a can, maybe it was the fact that he'd pulled close to an all-nighter with Alec. Or maybe it was because he wanted to sleep in for a change. The shower was the first thing Raylan ventured into, turning the water warm, then cold. He hated it, but it woke him up in the morning. Sighing, Raylan dunked his head into the cold shower-head for what seemed like hours, though it had only been a minute. Finally, he reached down and slammed the faucet in, turning the shower off and feeling the slowing trickle of water run down his hair. Blinking, Raylan stood, leaving the shower and grasping the towel.
Dried off and clothed for the day, Raylan sighed and tossed the towel into the small pile of laundry. Rubbing his eyes, he grabbed at the coffee pot, bringing it to his nose and taking a whiff. Sighing again, Raylan turned and promptly dumped it down the sink. The coffee was shit. “Might as well get some to go...” He mumbled to himself as he strapped his 9mm pistol to his waist, Marshall badge gleaming in the faint morning. Grabbing his phone from the charger near the door, Raylan left his home, flipping the phone open and looking at it. No messages, that was either good or bad. Probably good for now, seeing as how early it was.
Opening the car door, Raylan clicked the contacts button on the phone, scrolling down to the name Alec Givens. His partner at the Marshall service was probably up by now, or hadn't slept, either way. Slamming the car door shut, He clicked talk, placing the phone on the holder near the center console and hit the speaker button. He hated people that talked with the phone on their ears whilst driving. Besides that, he was a Marshall, and he needed to set the standard even though most didn't. Hearing a slight click of someone picking up, Raylan spoke up. “Mornin Alec, you in yet? I was gonna swing by the coffee place down the road from the office and get somethin', you want anything?” He said, driving and taking a right turn. His home was close enough to the office, and he was glad that there was a decent coffee shop near the police department.
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| Alec Givens |
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U.S. Marshall
Group: Human
Posts: 8
Member No.: 98
Joined: 24-February 11
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Alec had just started on his second cup of coffee when his cellphone sitting on the table started to ring; he picked it up and glanced at the caller ID to see it was his partner Raylan. He picked it up and listened to his partner before replying. “Hey Raylan, and no I’m not in the office yet, well if you want to be technical I was in the office since I worked late last night and wound up passing out at my desk.” He chuckled softly, “so I’m already in the coffee shop close to the office, your welcome to come join me though.” While he waited for his to partner to reply he continued to watch the other customers in the coffee shop. As he continued to watch the people he spotted a group of suspicious people sitting in a booth on the opposite corner of the shop. They were all nervous looking constantly looking around and he could tell that they were out of town because he didn’t recognize them. And of course these guys didn’t know he was a marshal because his badge was under his motorcycle jacket.
Suddenly the group simultaneously pulled out hand-guns and shot out in random directions at random people one bullet narrowly missing his shoulder. “Shit!” he muttered as he dove to the ground pulling out his own handgun from the inside pocket of his jacket and shot the gun out of one of the guy’s hands. He then picked his phone back up from the floor and put it to his ear. “Well partner, seems like your goin’ to have to come down here anyways, cya in a few.” He then hung up his phone and pointed the gun at the other three armed guys and moved his jacket out of the way so they could see his badge. “Drop your weapons and put your hands behind your head!” Of course the idiots just laughed since they had him outnumbered four to one and they all immediately opened fire on him, with another curse he dived behind the counter one bullet grazing his thigh. He leaned behind the counter and looked at his leg, just a scratch, good. He pulled out his other hand-gun and waited till the guys were reloading before diving out from behind the counter and knocked one guy down and took the legs out from under another guy and put guns to their heads. “Don’t move!” the two guys held at gun point didn’t move, but he knew he was outnumbered and that him threatening the remaining guys friends wouldn’t slow them down from shooting him to save their friends for very long. Hopefully his partner would show up before it came to that. What a fine day today was turning out to be.
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| Raylan Chance |
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U.S. Marshall
Group: Human Admin
Posts: 14
Member No.: 84
Joined: 18-February 11
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Raylan smirked, turning the next corner and laughing. “Nice, pulling yet another all-nighter for the law.” He said, pressing the brakes as he hit a stop-light. Finally turning green, Raylan pushed on ahead towards the coffee shop. He could really use something to wake him up, and a coffee sounded very good right about now for him. “Yeah alright, i'm almost there anyhow, i'll meet you inside.” He said, nearing the shop and pulling into the parking lot about thirty meters adjacent to the place.
That was when he heard gunfire, through his phone and out of the car. “Shit.” He said, speeding up and pulling into a parking lot, stepping out of the car and drawing his weapon. These guys weren't armed to the teeth, but Raylan knew any gun could do major damage. He wasn't about to let anyone die on his watch, no way. Moving into the shop, Raylan saw his partner with his gun drawn on three guys with hand-gun's. Moving around so Raylan was on his partner's left, Raylan pushed inside the shop.
“Federal Marshall's, drop your weapons slowly. Don't try anything boy's, I don't miss.” He said, staring them down. “Alec, you good?” He said, glancing to his partner with one eye, keeping one trained on the gun-men in front of him. He knew that, in the worst case scenario, that these men would try something. One would think he could take them, but Raylan wouldn't let anyone innocent die. He'd had to shoot plenty of people in his line of work, but he really didn't want to do the paperwork. "Don't do anything stupid now, I'd hate to have a pile of paperwork this early in the morning, and blood on my hands. So put your weapons down slow and we can take this real easy." He said, glancing to Alec again.
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| Alec Givens |
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U.S. Marshall
Group: Human
Posts: 8
Member No.: 98
Joined: 24-February 11
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Alec continued to hold the two men at gun point carefully watching the two still standing. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement and glanced over to see his partner coming up on his left from the outside of the building before entering and demanding that the guys should drop their guns before glancing his way. “Yeah I’m good, just a scratch or two.” He watched the other two men hoping they wouldn’t try to run or do anything crazy because he really didn’t feel like pulling another late night doing paperwork all night until he passed out at the office again. He disarmed the two he had held at gun point and slowly stood up keeping his eyes trained on the two that had just been on the ground, they stayed crouched down looking like they knew they had been caught and weren’t going to put up a fight but the other two he wasn’t so sure about, they were still armed and looking annoyed that we had shown up, which meant these other two were probably going to be aggressive or be chickens and flee, he wasn’t sure yet. He glanced down at his leg as it stung it wasn’t deep, just a shallow cut across the side of his thigh there was a slight patch of blood on his jeans from where it had bled when he first received the cut but the cut itself had stopped bleeding a while ago.
That’s when he heard the sound he’d rather of not heard, he heard the sound of the two armed men arm their guns and when he looked up from his leg which he had been only half paying attention to since he just wanted to see if him looking ‘distracted’ was the kind of distraction they were looking for. He looked straight at the men, “You know, you’re makin’ a really big mistake by pointing your guns in us…” Alec went to retrieve his gun that he had placed back into its usual spot before he had taken the guns away from the two still kneeling on the ground but as soon as Alec’s hand touched his gun two shots simultaneously rang out in the tiny café. As soon as the guns rang out one guy went down after being shot in the leg by Alec, another bullet ricochet off the wall to the right of Alec. Several seconds after the shots ceased echoing off the walls Alec slowly slowered his gun and that's when he spotted matching tattoos on their wrists, it was a gang symbol, but it was the symbol of the gang he used to be in before the entire gang was arrested and put in jail, but why would these guys have it? He blinked "Gang members, why am I not surprised, you guys running from the Law? You would have to be since you four are all the way from Brooklyn, New York..." The four men looked shocked that he would know that, the one guy that was still standing and obviously the leader of this little band by his calm attitude spoke up, "And how would you know that?" Alec chuckled and raised up his arm that had his gun in it and he stretched it out so that the sleeve slid down enough for his wrist to show, and on his wrist was the same tattoo that was on the other four guy's wrists. This shocked them even more, they even looked a bit frightened once the recognition sunk in. "I...It's you....you were the leaders right hand man but why are you here, and working for the law?" Alec chuckled, "Because I was bailed out by my family the day the gang was arrested and once I was free I turned my life around and then left Brooklyn so I wouldn't have to deal with any members of the gang hunting me down after their sentances were up...but it seems I crashed into members anyways..."
After that Alec's whole expression changed, he looked almost deadly like if you placed one move wrong you were dead, it was an expression he picked up while in the gang, and well, it kind of worked to intimidate gang members and other law breakers he had to find and arrest since he became a Marshall, even his voice changed. "Now..I want you to drop your weapon and join your friends on the ground so that my partner can deal with you..." The man immeditally complied and laid on the ground. Alec blinked a few times and then glanced over at his partner, " You can handle the rest right? I'm going to step outside for a few minutes...." And with that he turned headed out the door and around the corner out of sight of his partner and the gang members but still within hearing distance from him if they tried anything. Once out of sight he staggered back and leaned against the wall, with one eye closed in pain and his hand on his side. The two guys had fired at the exact same time and he had just barely noticed the sound of the second gun firing. Alec slowly slid off his jacket wincing slightly to reveal his shirt and a slowly growing blood spot on his side, he assessed the damanges and was glad to see the bullet had gone straight through, and that it had missed all vital organs, and of course he knew this since he had been shot several times before while in the gang and he could tell the difference between getting shot and it missing organs or getting shot and the bullets hitting organs. With a slightly annoyed sigh he went to his bike, which was out of sight of the others and he rummaged around in one of the saddle bags at the side of his motorcycle and dug out a few things, he then cleaned the wound and wrapped his torso. Which this of course he made look easy, but then again he had years of practice. It was part of his ‘code’ to not tell anyone if he was hurt, partially because while he was in his gang they wouldn’t have given a damn anyways. And even if there were a few who would have been worried about him they would have only of asked him if he needed to go the hospital or offer to wrap the wound for them, so he learned how to hide pain from others and stopped asking for help choosing to learn how to deal with wounds that didn’t require emergency medical attention. Once finished he put his shirt and jacket back on and walked back into the building to help his partner out.
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| Raylan Chance |
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U.S. Marshall
Group: Human Admin
Posts: 14
Member No.: 84
Joined: 18-February 11
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Raylan really hated it when people didn't listen to him. Sure, he could handle being ignored fairly well, he even enjoyed being left alone some of the time. Some people not listening to him really pissed him off, especially when it came to those that were armed with weapons. Raylan had expected them to do something, yeah, but was hoping to avoid it with the paperwork and maybe talking them down from it. Guess not. When the first shot rang out, Raylan's hand snapped, and fired off two shots, hitting the man in the chest that Alec had shot.
Cursing to himself, Raylan looked to Alec and shrugged. “Guess that rules out a nice day with no paperwork for me...” He said, knowing full well that he would be bearing the brunt of the paperwork, unless Alec shot the other one. It wasn't that he was so insensitive to people he just valued them on work, it was just that this early in the morning, when he still hadn't had his coffee, wasn't helping at all with the now pounding headache. Nodding to Alec, he watched as his partner stepped outside. More like limped, but Raylan wasn't going to say anything. Looking off to the remaining gunmen as he laid on the floor next to his deceased friend, Raylan sighed. “You boy's just had to start something today, didn't you? Alright, you have the right to remain silent anything...” He said, muttering out the Miranda rights as he cuffed the remaining gang member. He knew Alec had once been in a gang, and he was fine with that, as long as he remembered where he was now and did his job.
“Oh, and wounding a Federal Marshall is going to seriously bump up your prison stay, have fun with that.” He said matter-of-factly. It wasn't sarcasm, he was simply stating that fact as he hauled him out to the police car waiting outside. He'd figured they would be here, seeing as with all the shooting, but he was expecting a shorter delay. Passing him off to the officer, he signed the form handed to him and knew that today was going to be a long day. Walking over to Alec, Raylan could see the bandages on his torso, but said nothing. “You good? Still up for that coffee? We now have a long day ahead of us...” Said, Raylan, walking slowly back towards the coffee shop, waiting for his partner.
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| Alec Givens |
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U.S. Marshall
Group: Human
Posts: 8
Member No.: 98
Joined: 24-February 11
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The gang member had remained calm, even threw a few sarcastic and rude comments at him, of course once Raylan mentioned that he would spend more time in jail for shooting a Marshall that’s when his expression changed to a more freaked out expression, as Raylan lead him out of the building he saw Alec leaning against the wall holding his side. He opened his mouth to say something to Alec, but once he saw the look on his face he just bowed his head and let the cops shove him into their patrol car and stared at the coffee shop as he was hauled off to prison. Alec glanced at his partner as he approached him and nodded slightly at his question, he knew he wasn’t fooling his partner at all. “Yeah, just going to be sore and stiff for a bit but I should be fine so long as it doesn’t decide to get infected. And I think after all that I could go for some more coffee.” He glanced around the coffee shop and despite the shooting everyone that had been inside had gotten out alright, no one had been injured and most of them had started to enter into the coffee shop again to finish their morning coffee routines. “Well today has certainly started out fun, wonder what the rest of the day will be like, of course we’ll possibly just be sitting at desk doing the oh so fun paperwork.” As he headed for the door a young teenager that was heading inside the shop held the door open for him. He smiled and thanked the young man before entering the shop and returning to the seat he had previously before all the shooting started, his movements were a bit slower than they had been and he had a slight limp but so far everything else was the same as it had been before the shooting.
He winced slightly as he sat down in the booth and put his hand on his side for a second or two before sitting sideways in the booth with his back against the wall and one leg stretched across the booth. This seemed to be more comfortable than sitting just straight upright in the booth. When the waitress came around he ordered his coffee and then after his partner had ordered his coffee he glanced at his partner again. “So how much paperwork you think we’re going to get swamped with?” Frankly he didn’t feel like doing any paperwork on the gang members today, or ever for that matter, when he left Brooklyn he had hoped to leave his gang behind him, it was starting to seem like he just couldn’t get away. When the waitress came back with his and his partners’ coffee Alec nodded to the waitress and then stared off into the coffee cup with this rather distant look. He sat and was calculating various things, of course he knew the leader was still to spend another 5 years in prison so it wasn’t him organizing all this, maybe this was just a coincidence, he pushed it off as a coincidence as his head started to throb dully. Damn headaches, probably showing up from the fact that he hadn’t eaten yet today. Though he hoped something else would come up today so he wasn’t sitting behind a desk all day, which would seriously drive him crazy since sitting for that long of a period of time and leaning over a desk would eventually aggravate his wound, he always found that moving around when he was injured always made him feel better anyways. Guess he’d just have to wait and see what else today would bring.
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| Raylan Chance |
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U.S. Marshall
Group: Human Admin
Posts: 14
Member No.: 84
Joined: 18-February 11
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Raylan nodded. His partner was always the “silent and tough” kind of man. Sure, he was too, but when it counted they were honest. He knew that Alec would probably need some stitches or something of the like, but it could wait. Hell, if it didn't the medic's would stay at the coffee shop for a few hours and clean up anyhow, so it would be alright. Nodding, Raylan followed his partner back into the shop. It was a bit amusing seeing everyone calmly re-enter the place just after an attempted robbery took place.
He always thought that was a bit odd. Though he supposed people dealt with their own issues in their own way's, it wasn't his business unless they were breaking the law. As Raylan walked through the door the teenager held open for him and Alec, Raylan noted the limp Alec wore. Of course, any man, clipped or shot, would definitely have a limp or trouble walking around with a hole in them. Taking a seat with a slight sigh, Raylan ordered his coffee. Sighing and leaning back, unwinding his taught muscles, Raylan shrugged lightly and looked away. “No idea, but it's gonna be hell getting that shit over with.” He said, glancing to his partner. He was in no condition, fine or not, to do any of it. He knew that they both shared the mortal enemy that was paperwork, and he knew that Alec wasn't in the best of shapes to be doing any.
“Shit, why not. I'll take the paperwork, it don't matter. Not like we're doing anything else after this fiasco. Hell, you'll probably get a week off and I'll be in the office relaxing, you know how this shit happens.” He said. He meant it. Hell, when he'd shot a man after giving him a day's notice to leave town, he'd been put on leave even though the thing was justified and proper. After all, the man had pulled his gun first. This, however, was plain as day. So with that and Alec's injury in mind, the two would most likely get put on desk for a while, or at least Alec would, or be confined to wait in the car.
Tipping his hat to the waitress as she left the coffee, Raylan took a sip, the warm taste of the brew slipping down his throat. He never liked sugar with his coffee, always black. He supposed it was easier to order for him when a Marshall was making a coffee run. But he never really cared much, he liked his coffee that way to begin with. Pulling his phone, he noted he had a message. Hitting re-dial, he placed the phone to his ear. “Hey, you called?” He said, listening to his boss on the other end. “Y- no, we're good. Ye- yes it's taken care of. No we can deal with it, it was fair. H- they started the shit, we dealt with it. Yeah, we can head back. No, we're having coffee. Y- alright, alright we're going. Just give us a minute, would ya?” He said, nodding slightly and hanging up.
Most worker's would freak if their boss called and yelled at them or needed them to come in. His boss was a bit different, as long as the paperwork was done and the dot's were crossed. Looking to Alec, Raylan took another sip of his coffee. “Jack called, he want's us back in. We got a bit of time to relax though. Probably head out in twenty minutes or so sound good?” He said, leaning forward in his seat and taking another sip of coffee.
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| Alec Givens |
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U.S. Marshall
Group: Human
Posts: 8
Member No.: 98
Joined: 24-February 11
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Alec glanced around the coffee shop, watching the medic’s roaming around cleaning things us. He briefly wondered if he should go and get his wound stitched up, sure it would speed up the healing and it would be numb and pain free for a while, at least until the numbness wore off, but he just really wasn’t used to having other people help him, he sat there debating back and forth for several minutes before chuckling at his partner, “Yeah, the paperwork sure will be hell, I swear it really bugs me to have them show up outta nowhere like that, was hoping to never see the gang again.”
He shook his head and slowly straightened up and swung sideways to where he was sitting in the booth like people normally would a pained expression briefly passed over his face as he did so but the expression was gone as fast as it had shown up. He did make another slightly annoyed face at the mention of getting a week off due to this fiasco, “If I got a week off for this I don’t know what I’d do with myself, hanging around my apartment all day would just annoy the hell outta me, I’d probably just drive around on my motorcycle and patrol around anyways cause I wouldn’t know what else to do.” He chuckled, but of course getting stuck at a desk would drive him crazy too, guess it was just his up brining since when he was back in the gang he never really just sat around he was always on the move doing something.
He sat silently for a bit slowly drinking his coffee, he was almost halfway done with his coffee when he saw Raylan pulling his cellphone out of his pocket and calling back whoever he had missed earlier. He could tell it was Jack almost right away just by the things Raylan was saying, which of course was confirmed once his partner had hung up and told Alec what he had said. Alec nodded, “Twenty minutes sounds fine makes me wonder if he wants us in to chew us out for shooting a guy or just so he can personally dump all the paperwork on us instead of just leaving it on our desks... probably the paperwork and telling us whether or not he’s confining us to our desks.”He finished off his coffee and pulled his cell phone out from the inner pocket of his jacket and flipped it open, there were two messages on his phone, he hit the button to take him to his inbox and saw one from an unknown number and another from his parents in New York, looking at his parents message he blinked a couple of times and re-read it, He leaned back against the booth ignoring the sharp pain it brought to his side, so he was out of jail for good behavior, he shook his head and messaged his parents back and told them to stay safe and contact him if anything happened.
He then looked at the other message and saw it was a chain message and deleted it and ran his fingers through his blonde hair with a bit of a sigh before putting the phone back in his jacket pocket, could today get any worse? First old members of his gang have to show up and wreck his morning, then he got shot by his old gang members, and now the one man he had left New York to get away from was out of prison early and had god only knows what kind of plans already on his mind. Today didn’t need to get any worse and that was a fact, but would it actually happen? Guess he’d just have to wait and see what else decided to show up today in the criminal world.
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| Raylan Chance |
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U.S. Marshall
Group: Human Admin
Posts: 14
Member No.: 84
Joined: 18-February 11
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Raylan sighed, taking a slow sip of his coffee. He'd been meaning to get out of this one clean and with the bare minimum of paperwork that would be required. Now that one was dead and the shoot-out had been certainly covered by some type of media, or would be, the stack was only getting larger. Sighing, Raylan stretched slowly, hearing his bones creak and pop under the strain. He had managed to get away clean this time, no injuries and whatnot. Granted, for some reason he got out of every shoot-out unscathed, which was a bit odd for him.
Hell, he threw himself into almost every single bit of harm's way and for the most part, got out alright. Sure, he'd probably get into a fight and get beat half-silly, but as far as mortal wounds, not once in his entire line of duty. Which was either dumb luck, or he had something watching out for him. “Kinda funny how we complain about not getting time off, and if we do we have nothing to do with it but try to sneak out way onto our jobs.” He said, smiling a bit and taking another sip.
Raylan grimaced at Alec's words. He was probably right. Their boss rarely called them in for something nice to say, so it was a catch-22. If they went in, they'd be swamped with paperwork, stuck at a desk for a few weeks, or given time off. None of those sounded appealing to Raylan just yet. If they didn't, they'd drag Internal Affairs in or they would simply get laid off. Sure they were two good Marshall's, but with the economy the way t was, employer's were looking for excuses to save every penny. “Yeah well hey, I guess it's better than no work and no pay.” He said, knowing that the payu was barely enough to get by on.
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| Alec Givens |
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U.S. Marshall
Group: Human
Posts: 8
Member No.: 98
Joined: 24-February 11
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Alec idly watched the customer’s in the café move about their business as he listened to Raylan. He had finished his coffee and the empty cup was sitting at the edge of the table, after three cups he decided that he had had enough coffee, he didn’t want to have a major caffeine crash later on. He chuckled, “Yeah, but I think most people are that way. They always complain about not having a day off and when they finally do get a day off they never know what to do with themselves. Because work took up so much of their time they never had opportunities to do what other people could. Being the workaholics a lot of us are.” He turned his head a little more to glance at the clock, they would have to be leaving soon, as much as he didn’t want to go back to the office to deal with Jack he knew he had to, that’s just the way jobs were.
He nodded at Raylan’s comment about it being better than no work and no pay, “Isn’t that the truth.” He slowly leaned back against the back of the booth and rolled his neck causing it to pop a couple of times and then stared off into space thinking about events of the day so far. Today had been one of his worse days, sure he did all sorts of dangerous things, Hell it was in the job description, plus he was used to taking risks and being in dangerous situations cause of life back in New York. And some situations he could get out of unscathed and some he couldn’t, today was apparently one of the days he couldn’t get out unscathed, not like it was bothering him too much, he’d survive and that’s all that mattered to him.
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