What were you Expecting?

Sam

Sam smiled, but as he closed the door his smile fell, "I have another anonymous tip...."

Peter sighed, "Where do you keep getting these, they're always right on target, but i'm starting to think you're psychic or something."

Sam snorted, "trust me, if I was psychic i wouldn't be working here, i'll tell you that, but i will say i have informants who hear things through the grapevine."

Peter laughed, "right, you're the guy with all the friends in low places....seriously Sam, why are you a cop? You'd probably make way more running your own gang or something,"

Sam shrugged, "it never appealed to me."

Peter looked at his co-worker and friend. "Sam I know you're not because of your dad," he said as he sat down at his desk.

"It was hard enough being the son of a huge crime boss, but getting out of there was the hardest thing I ever had to do, and......and if i ever somehow have kids, I'd rather them try to get out of the cop life than the crime life. At least I know you guys can protect my family. "

Peter leaned his elbows on the desk. "I know Sam," he said and ran a hand through his hair once more, "And we'll do anything for you and your family, if you ever settle down."

Sam laughed at his friend and sat down in the chair in front of the desk. If he only knew. He thought back to the girl he had met with earlier that morning. He smiled to himself, thinking about something that would never happen. Sam sighed and looked to Peter. "Anyways," he said standing back up after a few minutes, "the tip stated that a new shipment of Axiom is coming in Thursday at 0100 hours on Dock 43. Claire will be undercover at that point, so hopefully we'll know if it's Meta's or not."

"Good," he said as he jotted the notes down, "Did your informant say anything else?"

"Only that a major crime boss will be there, and that he cracks easy under pressure. He'll tell us whatever we want to keep himself out of max security prison," he said as he opened the door.

"I'll probably put you and Luke on that with a small team of trained professionals."

"You're teaming us up with the SWAT team?" He deadpanned, "No offense, but i hate those guys, they're a bunch of pompous dick bags."

Peter sighed, "can you please hesitate to say those kinds of things about people you don't like?"

"Nope" Sam retorted, popping the 'p' at the end as he shut the door and walked back to his desk as he noticed Claire was still gone.