He eyed the lady in the Boston PD cruiser and shuddered. "Alright, give me a second kid." Michael spoke with a thick Bostonian accent, typical of a white Irish kid from the projects. He scooped the Mossberg 590 off of the ground near the deceased WPD officer and clambered in to the passenger side of the Boston PD cruiser. "Two days after posting bail and I'm riding with Boston's finest. First time I've ever been in the front of a cruiser. What's ya name sweetheart? I'm Mike. Mike Coughlan." His eyes wandered from the police woman's facial features down to her body and eventually back up to her face.

A sly smirk was plastered on his face for the duration of the ride.