"Look, going to that district was fine. Going into that scum-of-Ancora club, that was alright, although not the best course of action." The stocky male paced around the living room of the large flat, in front of the two boys. "But getting into a fight over some useless piece of druggie, lower district garbage? That was crossing the fucking line."

The man stopped next to one of the many guards and security robots littered around the doorways and windows of the flat. He was dressed in a plain, black tuxedo with matching vest, white dress shirt, black bow tie, and brand new dress shoes. The man was now facing away from the two boys as he spoke; away from the guard he was next to, who was starting to become very nervous that the well dressed man was standing in front of the large window, out in the open for anyone to put a bullet through his head. Much to the guard's relief, the man turned around and faced the two boys, taking a couple of steps away from the large window. The look on his face showed nothing short of disappointment. Another couple of steps and he was only about a foot away from the couch, looking down at the boys.

"I really expected better from you, James. Your mother and I talked about this with both of you before we let you off into the lower districts. I specifically told you not to do anything stupid. Do you know what have happened if people found out that you, James Jamison, and you, Mason Jamison, sons of me, Henry Jamison, were hanging around that joint and getting into fights? They would most likely have taken away the chance for me to have become president, all because of your stupid mistake."

James cringed slightly, clearly taken back by the words of his father. Mason, on the other hand, still coming down from his high, shrugged. 

"Look, dad," Mason said, shifting his eyes from guard to guard, before settling on his father's face. "What he did was stupid, but the guy was being an asshole. What was he supposed to do, just sit there and let himself be disrespected? You taught us yourself that the worst thing was to be disrespected."

Mr. Jamison just stared at the two boys, not moving or saying a word. Finally, after a few moments, a small smile found it's way onto the father's face. "Using a politicians words against him, very nice touch, Mason. It's a shame you both went into the medical field. Look, just try not to get into any more trouble. Okay? Please. Your mother already didn't think this was a good idea, and I don't want to keep giving her reasons to prove this decision was a wrong one."

After a couple of hugs, Mr. Jamison and his entourage of guards were out the door, leaving both of the boys alone to their thoughts. Once James was sure that his father was gone, he stood up and put on his suit jacket. 

"What are you doing?" Mason asked, getting up and following his brother to the door.

"Taking a walk," was James' response as he closed the door behind him. From there, he made his way out of the building, and into the streets of district one.