After all of Mr. Grott's assets were seized, I started packing my things into a cardboard box because I had just arrested my own employer and put myself out of a job. Should have thought that one through. Then again, I was also an undercover agent. But I was assigned to the city, not the honcho. So I was pretty much out of a job. Which sucked.
It was around this point that Coldems woke up. I gave him back his gun. He rubbed the back of his head. I apologized for hitting him. He said it was okay. Asked if he was out of a job too. I said yeah. Asked if he wanted a coffee. Said it'd be on me. He said yeah.
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