Driving a car through the streets of Fairstone City was about as dull as navigating traffic in any other city. There wasn't anything in particular that Steven liked about driving, to be frank; it was simply a necessity to learn how to do so if he wanted to get much of anywhere without relying on public transportation. He knew the roads well enough, at least, so it wasn't like he would accidentally get lost or anything, but if he had to pick between this and walking, the latter would usually be his preference.
Well, that was under normal circumstances, at least. The hulking beast of a man sitting in the back, of course, changed that dynamic from 'dull' to 'slightly nerve-wracking' all too easily. It wasn't the first time he had met Fremont; there were quite a few meetings between the both of them and Donovan (who was off handling another job at the moment), and his co-worker's ability to pull the truth from the ex-convict's lips made life far easier for Soulflame to confirm his intent to not decimate every person who he came across. That didn't mean, of course, that he was any less intimidating up close.
"Ahem. Well, Mr. Lundgren, have you finished reading through the papers I handed you earlier?" Steven asked, slowly bringing the car through the early morning rush hour traffic. "Despite working for Soulflame now, however unofficially, you are still technically being held under parole. That being said, as much as I'd prefer to not advocate breaking the law, well... Our job kind of necessitates it. Contact details of people who you might need to know, the location of a few minor bases across the city, your soon-to-be place of residence, and... Ways of dodging the long arm of the law if it becomes necessary. As much as I hate to admit it, our cover-up team works immaculately so long as you aren't being brazen in attacking people in broad daylight. Or, well, breaking the terms of the contract or your parole outside of jobs, but I'm sure you already knew that."
It felt somewhat wrong for Steven, as a prosecutor, to say that sort of thing—that breaking the law was not only allowed, but encouraged under the right circumstances. But if there were already people who were committing crimes outside of the law, then it was their duty to stop them. Or, at least, that's what he had been told. The papers he had handed over also had a lot more miscellaneous information, but he wouldn't go into detail about everything.
"In any case, it looks like we're going to be getting out of this traffic and nearing your new home sooner rather than later. If there's anything you want to ask about, then ask away."