Casey discards the criminal in his iron grip as Booker approached him. The criminal found himself on the ground despite his terror was very grateful for his refreshed ability to breath. The slightest glint of positive emotion came to Casey's face for a split second as he flatly spoke,<span style="color: #4000FF">"It's not like they pay me to follow protocol. The FSA can't legally pay me or hire me because of the lightning child fiasco."</span>Casey scans the room counting the bodies in his head assessing the whole situation piecing it back together. The criminal spotted a gun near to him as Casey continued,<span style="color: #4000FF">"old habits seem to die hard. I remember in Afghanistan killing half as many people in the course of a few hours with my team. I just need to find a way to neutralize Garriso-."</span>The criminal barely began to reach for the discarded Glock when he felt a cartridge land on his head as he heard the cocking of a lever action rifle. He froze not daring to reach further he turned his head slowly to find the muzzle of Casey's gun a few short inches from his face. Casey smiled as the criminal trembled with fear,<span style="color: #4000FF">"It's good to see you again Booker, besides I am not actually back until Monday."</span><br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Sabina smiled as she walked close to Kira after class. She was very cheerful and Kira could tell by her tone whispering in her ear,<span style="color: #FF00FF">"I think that boy from Texas was looking at you. You should talk to him. He seems cute."</span>They turned the corner as they walked through the labyrinthine building. They passed by a meeting room with an open door where Martins was briefing a handful of cops and Booker about their up coming operation that night. Martins was a different man that what the two had seen of him prior as the facade of the quiet pencil pushed had faded revealing the elite FBI agent who had been chosen by a member of congress to be regional director for the infant Federal Super Agency. He knew his aggressive operations was taking a toll on his manpower but he hoped that he could keep his assets together long enough to stabilize the city along with the quiet trade he arranged with the secret service to secure another asset. As they walked past Kira and Sabina were oblivious to the subtle situation occurring all around them.