<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Jaxon wasn't expecting a phone call, at least not that late. He'd just settled down for bed when it rang. He reached for it and answered, seeing Gabriel's name showing up since he'd been added to his contacts. His voice didn't sound right to him, even though he'd only known him a short while and he'd mentioned that something had happened. That was plenty enough to rouse Jaxon out of bed and to head out there. He could at least offer some company, and perhaps a little peace of mind.<br/>
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“Okay,” Jaxon replied. “I'll be there soon.”<br/>
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Jaxon dressed quickly, throwing on the pair of jeans he'd worn for the day and a clean t-shirt. Kiv was at his heels, awoken by the excitement as well, and Jaxon's sudden shift in attitude. Since Jaxon was going unarmed, into a situation he'd known little about, he brought Kiv along as per his usual and headed off to Gabriel's home. It was an easy decision, and he wasn't the type of person who'd leave a friend in need for a good nights sleep. Not that Jaxon slept well most nights anyway. Every little thing had him awake, from an acorn hitting a window to the air conditioning cutting on and off. This was no inconvenience to him.<br/>
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He pulled up, hoping the sound of the diesel engine didn't wake up Uncle Armando, and found Gabriel sitting on the porch in front of his little home. Jaxon was on edge, and as a result, Kiv was on high alert. He'd hopped out of the car behind Jaxon, hyper-focused, tail up and nose to the ground. He didn't greet Gabriel right away, in working mode since Jaxon was all business himself.<br/>
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Jaxon's eyes scanned the area, and the front of the home, falling upon the tarp covered window. Even if the glass had been cleaned up, it was easy to put some of the story together. Either an accident of some kind or something deliberate. Either way, the window ended up broken, and Gabriel was clearly uneasy. Jaxon made a hand signal to Kiv, finger pointed upward, making a small circle. A silent command to search the surrounding area. If he found someone he'd alert with an incessant bark, and hold the person until Jaxon could tell him otherwise. It never hurt to be on the cautious side, even if this was something that hadn't happened right away.<br/>
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Now, Jaxon turned his attention to Gabriel for answers.<br/>
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“What happened?” he asked, “And why are you out here?” Jaxon thought he'd be better off inside, with his family. Maybe even his mother's home rather than here, but at the same time he could understand not wanting to leave his home. Come hell or high water, if he was in the same situation, he'd probably stay put, but Jaxon was also highly trained for defense.<br/>
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Jaxon came to sit down beside Gabriel, though it took a conscious effort on his part to do so. Gabriel had called him for company, not to go traipsing through the woods after some unknown slight to catch someone who likely was gone. Jaxon had received word that Slater had posted bail as he still maintained a friendship with the officers he trained animals for. His best guess was that he was to blame for this, or someone connected to him at the very least. It was too coincidental right after he'd been released, and Slater had proven a man driven by emotions, rather than someone who thought something through.</span></span>