((I'll do more research next time I choose to arm my character, sorry for the inconvenience.))<br/><br/>Jarred heard the sound of feet moving across the floor, but he quickly disregarded it, not caring too much about what was happening. Nobody in their right mind would dare try and rob somebody who was as well armed as him, because if they did they'd have a few extra holes they could choose to use to brag about it with, so he wasn't worried. He set his cigarette back between his lips, taking a drag as he did so, contemplating the sort of work he'd be told to do today. Typically it involved riding in armored cars and patrolling secure facilities, but occasionally the work was of a... less than reputable nature. Sometimes Jarred was told to rough up people who planned to sue his employers, sometimes even make them disappear. He did some pretty nasty stuff when told to, but that was just it, he was TOLD to. Jarred didn't argue with orders, he simply did as told and let the higher-ups deal with the outcomes. Jarred took the cigarette out of his mouth and let the smoke gently float upwards, inhaling it through his nose as it wafted near it.