Takes place during secret service.
Jim just wanted to get home.
Thats all Jim had wanted to do that night. Jim wanted to go home to his wife and 3 children. But no, some dumb terrorist kid had to go blow up the oval office, and because Jim was the local FBI bomb expert, he ended up having to work late. If the kid hadn't escaped, he wouldn't be looking for the remains of the bomb to figure out what it was made of. If the kid hadn't escaped, he could have told them what it was made of. Sure, he still would have had to look for bomb parts, but he would have been able to do that tomorrow. He wouldn't have missed his fatherly duty of threatening his daughter's boyfriend while his daughter was getting ready for her date. He would have been able to make sure the boy had good intentions.
But this kid had to screw all of his plans up.
"Flipping teenagers," Jim muttered, "Tom! Order a pizza, and something caffeinated! It's gonna be a long night."
'Welp,' Jim thought with a sigh, 'better get to work.'
