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Present Day~Las Vegas, Nevada~Earth

It was a regular night for Dustin.It started with him trying to stay out of trouble. He walked into the Strip and walked around the area trying to not steal from anyone. He had been out of the police's attention for a few weeks now. He had been staying out of trouble, not getting anyone's attention. He had done as he had promised and kept his nose to the ground. However now he had broken that promise and was running through the Strip with his target giving chase.

He knew this area like the back of his hand and could run it blindfolded if he had to. He had been hunting this guy for awhile now since Dustin had reason to believe that the guy had mob ties. The mark had not seen Dustin's face since it was hidden with a cloth mask. He figured that this chase would keep the guy busy for awhile. As he ran he quickly tried to turn into an alley but was grabbed and pulled in a different direction. He started to struggle before he noticed the LVPD badge on the guy's belt. 

"Gotta say kid you have issues going after a mob goon." A gruff voice told him as Dustin was put down. He was getting glared at by an angry looking older man. "Oh hello Leary." Dustin said smiling at the man. "How are you,boss?" He said looking over as his target ran by. "Don't give me that crap, kid. You gotta stop doing this." The old man said sighing. "I am taking you home." He said before Dustin could explain.

Twenty minutes later Dustin was getting yelled at by his parents over this. "That's it! This is the fourth time this month the LVPD has taken you home when they should have taken you to jail. You're lucky Leary likes the information you give him or you would be in prison." His father lectured him before suddenly he smiled. "Alright that's it! You are going to your aunt and uncle's place in Lake Tahoe! Two weeks away from the city and your work with Leary! I am not having my son get murdered by the mob!" His father yelled crossing his arms. Dustin glared at his father and stormed off to his room to pack. He knew arguing was pointless.

So that was why currently he was on a flight from McCarran International to Reno-Tahoe International. He was furious but he knew that he had to do this. He could not ski or snowboard so this could be interesting.