"No ass hole." I smack the back of his head and sigh. "I just don't want you leaping in head first and getting yourself hurt or killed. I've got enough dead rookies on my conscious." I leave it at that and then start moving away. "But if you want to do something, I want you to go home tonight and try to find out what you can about your father's plans about moving into the Ghetto with his operations to outlaw Gear Skates, and yes we knew about it the whole time." Is my response to his blank face.