It was starting to get dark out and it was a little cold Kieran found the group by the warehouse, Eric and Jack had the duffle bags from the car. "What are those for?" Kieran asked.
"We trade stuff with other companies and they pay us for it. No biggie." Jack turned towards the door, "Come on." He went inside after June, followed by Terry, then Eric. A couple other people in dark clothes were waiting inside for them.
"You got it?" One of them said in a gruff voice.
"Yeah I got it. T, pop it up." Jack and Terry put the duffle bags on a crate. The gruff speaking man opened it. Drugs. It was drugs.
The warehouse doors busted open and the dark dressed guys booked it out the only door left untouched.
Jack turned around. "WHO FUCKIN' SQUEALED?!" He pushed Terry down and grabbed June by her hair. "That why you haven't been talkin' to me? I don't care if your dad's a cop, we agreed, you squeal, you go down bitch!" June was crying and trying to make him let go.
"I didn't, I didn't I promise! Please don't hurt me!" The police pulled June away from Jack but couldn't restrain him. Eric stopped him. Jack knocked him to the ground became more enraged.
"It was you! Wasn't it E?! You wanna take me down? GIVE IT YOUR BEST SHOT!" Just then a gloved hand hit Jack in the head from behind with the handle of a knife with a blue symbol. He fell to the ground unconscious. Eric looked up, at his rescuer. His boots, his jeans, his police uniform shirt and vest, to his old, tattered, worn, fingerless gloves.