John got off the phone with his contact at the precinct, "FUCKKKKKK." He screamed at the ceiling in the tiny apartment that used to be his families, but was now a empty husk just like John, he threw open the front door and walked out into the hallway tucking away a tiny recording device and out onto the cold New York street.

Fifteen minutes of walking was all it took and John stood outside Joshua's Body shop, taking a look at the faded building before he walked in composing his emotions he saw a new face and two old ones the police were particularly interested in "Sup guys, whose the newbie?" He asked studying and analyzing the new guy.