Going through the academy wasn't easy. Being around these fucking cop wannabe's all day every fucking day drove Collin nuts. You had no idea how many times he wanted to blow his own brains through his skull just to get away from it all. But what could he do? He didn't wanna upset the people he would soon be working for.

A few months down the line and Colin had graduated from the academy, and was now working for the FBI. He had been placed within the police department to find the who the inside man was in the department who was working for a notorious mobster. Obviously the cops didn't know who Colin was, and he didn't have any plans on getting made. So he'd need to be a shifty cunt about how he did things.

His first day on the job and he gets his balls busted because apparently he didn't dress cop enough. Whatever the fuck that means.

"Listen, I'm fucking here to find the prick who is working for the mob, alright. I don't need this shit and I certainly didn't fucking ask for it you set of cocksuckers. So let me do my fucking job, and you go back to doing yours alright. I'll have some questions for you all later, so don't fucking disappear on me until I give the say so."

So Colin goes back into his office, picks up his jacket and leaves the building. He heads out to 44th West Street, to meet with his real employer. The person who had him fucking planted in the department in the first place. Who made him go through all the bullshit in the academy, just to get some information for them. Least they paid him well.

"Alright I'm here. So, am I working for you or am I working for the force because I can't do this shit forever ya know? At least tell me your name..."

"He's a cop"

From across the street Tammy watched with an associate, who was dilligently filling her in on the activity on the other side of the glass. She cocked her head, curiously excited by the prospect of working with someone on the force. It was an interesting set of circumstances, which could open up many opportunities. 

Their coffees arrived and the waitress left, however Gato remained focused on the young man. Her bodyguard took note and leaned across her line of sight, repeating himself louder and firmer. 

"He's a cop!"

She signed and batted him away, looking to her drink. 

"Oh shush, I know 'dat. He's also got representation already."

She took the cup to her chin and let the steam break across her cheeks. Her eyes returned to the man across the street. 

"Interestin' thought, though."