The sound of the slammed door probably could have been heard through the whole block.<br/><br/>“Christ, Sinclaire, that’s twice now!” A tall, middle-aged man shouted angrily at the blond man sitting across from his desk.<br/><br/>“Excuse me?”<br/><br/>“The evidence in the Jonas report.”<br/><br/>“Oh… that… Look, I know, and I admitted it was a mistake,” Weston, who had been sitting leaned back in the chair until now, straightened up. “I even told Mark to retrace our steps. We’ll get it. You know damn well we will.” He was growing tired of this conversation, it made his head hurt. The only thing that seemed to be accomplished was going in a big circle. He had better things to do than sit around and argue, he was sure both of them did.<br/><br/>The middle-aged man frowned. It was never a good sign when the man frowned, it meant he was about to say something Weston was not going to like. The man was evidently even more upset about the case than he’d originally thought. He braced himself for the worst. Hell, the man looked like he was about to tell Weston he didn’t have a job anymore.<br/><br/>To his surprise, however, nothing like that happened.<br/><br/>The middle-aged man sat back heavily against his chair, rubbing his temples, and said, “You know what, Sinclaire… Just… leave. Better yet, take the rest of the day off. I need to think about this.”<br/><br/>Weston almost jumped out of his chair, “Pardon?”<br/><br/>“You heard me. Now leave, before I change my mind.”<br/><br/>Weston grinned and went to leave the office. As soon as the door was closed behind him, however, he noticed he was not in the office building he was use to. He was somewhere else entirely. There were people around, all looking just as confused as he was, some… a little more friendly than others, and not one of his coworkers were in sight. What was worse was, when he turned around to head back into his boss’s case, he noticed that there was no longer a door there behind him.<br/><br/>“This is an interesting predicament I’ve found myself in,” Weston groaned, speaking his thoughts out loud. “I wonder if this is part of the case…” He was use to strange things happening, but not once had he come across something like this. It certainly was odd. Maybe it wasn’t even part of the case.<br/><br/>So, he did what he would do in any situation.<br/><br/>He reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a silver lighter, and lit up. But he wasn’t without generosity. “Does anyone else want a cig?” He asked, glancing around the room. Hey, bringing out a cigarette in a crowd was like daring to bring out a pack of gum during class in high school after all. “Sharing is caring, you know, and it looks like we’re all going to be here for awhile,” He nodded to the people over on the couch, and then, with a grin, he held the pack out to them. “What about you? Would any of you like a cigarette?”<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------<br/><br/>It was sad how easy petty crime could be these days. Even though this city had a decently staffed police force, it was still not enough.<br/><br/>Not that Thomas was complaining, of course. He loved how laid back things were around here. Being untouchable, having the freedom to do as he pleased, made his job that much easier. It’s been like this since as long as he could remember. Or maybe it was just because he was too good. Yeah, that had to be it. He was just so damned good at what he did, these doughnut eating fucks never suspected a thing.<br/><br/>That was what he wanted to think anyway. Evidently, if he was so damned clever, he wouldn’t be on the run from them.<br/><br/>Wanting to shake the heat as quickly as possible, Thomas took a sharp turn down an alley way. He jumped over a few boxes, pushed through some people that were standing around. A door opened, someone carrying more boxes stepped out. Thomas shoved the man out of the way and stepped inside. That was when something strange happened.<br/><br/>“Well, well… I do not think we’re in Kansas anymore…” he muttered, taking in the strange, new surroundings. He was a little tense, perhaps feeling a little timid as well.<br/><br/>The first thing he noticed, aside from the odd scenery, was that there were quite a few people gathered here. The second thing he noticed was, holy Hell, there was a lot of tension on here. Just about everyone looked terrified and had their fucking guns out; some people were just too terrified to move. It was highly entertaining to say the least.<br/><br/>Thomas looked everyone over a second time, making a final assessment. “Woah, slow the fuck down there, hot shot. Did I walk into the middle of a fucking war or something? You all look like you’re about to have a heart attack,” he said facetiously. “Haven’t you ever seen a gathering of people before? Or are you compensating for something?” He looked over the one who looked armed to the teeth as he added the last bit. Then, he moved past them and went to find somewhere inconspicuous.<br/><br/>Along the way, he looked to the people who were not as trigger-happy and said, “Now, these folk over here, they have some sense.” He made a gesture toward them, seemingly dismissive, yet acknowledging all the same. “Decent human beings, I tell you, man, oh man, what has this world come to? You could learn a thing or two from them.”<br/><br/>Damn it. Was this one of those stupid social events or something? If so, not only was it weird, he wanted to know where the fuck the exit was and fast. He didn’t want to stick around any longer than he needed. All he had to do was stand around until the cops were off his tail, right? Then he would be home free.