"Dude, what's up? " Watson said, grinning ear to ear.
"I'm fine. What happened back there stays between us, alright? "
Peter said, amiably.
"What? "
"Don't tell anyone that I... " Peter declined, knowing full well Watson would do the opposite.
"That you what? "
"Forget it. Anyways, are we getting out of this detention cell or what? " Peter said to no one in particular.
"Could've been in the hospital atleast, if you didn't say you were OK! " Watson grinned.
A guard passed by, unlocking the cell.
"Home sweet home. "
"No kiddos. I'm just checking to see if the keys fit in! " The guard bullied.
"What? " Peter couldn't believe it.
"We didn't do anything, " Watson cried, "After this I'm filing a lawsuit against this whole place."
   The guard stoically moved into the hallway.
"Oh, men. This is worse than working at MacDonald." Peter remarked.
"Couldn't have been worse than my radio at the science fair. "
Now laughter embroiled the two.

***
9:28
Detective Scott had never in his life ever thought he'd be in this position.
    Being a detective was stressful but this...
"Are we going or what?" Slovak cursed.
Robertson and Scott exchanged looks.
"Alright, I'll escort myself, then. " Slovak decried, motioning towards the parked Limousine.

***
"So what do you two do after police work? " Gabson asked once they were inside the limo.
  "None of your business! "
"Ah. I see." Slovak began, "You know I used to be an undercover cop for KGB. Pay was good. Plenty of pussy, and all that. " He paused, "But I realised something."
"What? " Scott scorned, "That your mom had given birth to an asshole?"
"Lemme finish, will you? " This is a good day. Slovak was in a good mood.
Otherwise I'd have taught this disrespectful punk a lesson.

"As I was saying. I realised these people don't give a shit about you. Whether you die on a mission or not, they don't care. What matters is that they get a good name in the press. Get shitty medals and all that. As for you, all the time, you're risking everything. "
Slovak paused again, admiring the effect his speech had on his victims, "So, gentlemen. Anyone who wants to work for me is highly welcome. I give no medals, no bullshit. I really care about you. "
"Tell that to Lorenzo's family, jackass." Robertson smirked.
"We're here. " Scott said, before Slovak had a chance to speak.