A black Ford drives in front of a mansion. James and Zack steps out of the car.
"Whose house is this?" James asked.
"A Friend. If we are going to do this, we need him." Zack answered.
James looked at him, raising a eyebrow.
"And we need his money." Zack blatantly replied.
The two walked onto the porch, and before James knocked, Zack stopped him. "Remember, be more polite."
"Yeah, got it" James replied.
Before he could knock, the door opened. The owner, Tim Dylan stood there, with a shotgun pointing in their direction.
"Tim! Long time no see!" Zack exclaimed excitedly. He lowered his gun.
"Well, if it isn't the Detective Zack. What do you need? Wait wait wait. Hold on. Get in here."
Inside the house, they sat on leather armchairs beside a fireplace.
Zack questioned. "Why the secrecy? Is something wrong?"
Tim scratched his head. He slowly spoke. "Well... there was some trouble at the neighbourhood... some gang members just drove around the house and threw rocks at the mansion."
"Such people! I will get them myself!" Zack shouted, standing up.
"No... they, they're too strong, there's too much of them."
"I didn't go through years of police training to run away from criminals."
"Yeah!" James stood up too. "We will catch them. For a price."
"Hey!" Zack shushed James.
"No, he's right. You guys deserve to be rewarded." Tim mentioned.
"No! It's our job that you are safe! Its a responsibility."
James then pulled Zack into a corner. "I need the cash. My Daughter needs it."
"Then your Daughter can have it" Tim said as he walked towards them.
"Thank you." James looked at him.
Suddenly, a rock went through the glass. It hit James on the head.
"JAMES! Are you ok?" Zack shouted.
He was unconscious. With the hate in his eyes, he jumped out the window.
A red truck went by, with multiple gang members throwing rocks at him. He managed to dodge the rocks, and he ran for the truck.
He stops, and took out his pistol. With a single bullet, he shoots down a back tire. The truck stops, but the gang members managed to run away.
