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Jason pulled up at the location that Allan gave him over the phone. He pulled over and looked over at the bus stop, scanning to see if he could find him amongst the small crowd. Finally spotting him he, rolled down his window. He noticed how... casual he looked. Jason mentally shrugged; if that was comfortable for him, who was he to judge?

"Hey. Let's go, were short on time."

When Allan got in, he started heading to North Boulevard. Once again, it was explanation time.

"Alright, what we're doing now is getting a man named Ayers Mackenzie. You may have heard about Big Sniper, and they say he's a witness to one of their assassinations. He's at North Boulevard and we're going to put him in protective police custody. If this goes smoothly, we'll have enough time to investigate the case from yesterday."

Jason's radio sparked to life as he heard something about a jewelry store being robbed.

-KSHRRT- "Attention all units, a jewelry store off of Bradmere Lane has just been robbed. I repeat, a jewelry store off of Bradmere Lane has just ben robbed. All nearby units, please respond."

Really? Now? Just why was this city so lively today? It didn't matter; he had his assignment. The other officers would take care of it.

"Anyway, if you check the glove box, you can see a file on the man we're going to collect. There's also a temporary badge for you in there. Pin it anywhere you want, as long as it's visible. My supervisor told me to report how you do today, and if you do well he'll consider putting you on the force."

Jason made a quick left as he was getting closer to North Boulevard. "Oh, and there's a spare gun I keep in there too. You can borrow it if you want."

After a moment of driving, Jason finally noticed just how drained Allan looked. Almost sickly.

"Hey... are you feeling okay? You look like you didn't get any sleep at all last night. You also look a little sick."

He reached out and placed a hand on Allan's forehead for a couple seconds, hoping he didn't make him feel awkward in the process.

"Huh. You're kinda warm too." He mentioned, wiping same of the sweat on his hand in his pant leg.