Sean dozed in the lawn chair as the first signs of morning began to penetrate the inky blackness of the eastern horizon. This was the first time he had relaxed in weeks. With the tension of the case and it's escalation to a threat to national security, he had found little time to stop and think. His newfound peace was only interupted now by the ridgid kitchen sounds of morning ringing through the air. The sun had yet to crest the horizon but Sean looked at his watch and saw that it was nearly six am. Rising from his comfort he strode back into the B&B and striaght to his room. After taking a shower and dressing in a new suit he had purchased for this trip, due to some snide remarks about his style of professional dress by his new Homeland Security buddies, he made his way downstairs and took advantage of the continental breakfast. Grabbing a paper and a cup of coffee he sat and read.<br/><br/>The headline of the local rag read: LOCAL THUG FOUND DEAD IN ALLY. Sean read on to discover the thug had been found with a large quantity of cocain and his throat had been slit. "Sounds like columbians if you ask me." Sean mused to himself. Looking at his watch again Sean saw that it was nearly seven, so he folded the paper up and tucked it under his arm. Refilling his coffee on the way out, he got in his car and made for the N.O.P.D. building.