With the hours ticking away, and the graceful night giving way to the morning warmth.
Doug was in his office in the Iron Hound base, which was just a house that was renovated.
The house silent, giving Doug the piece of mind to think. Sitting in his office chair, leaning back on it, his arms resting on the chair's armrests. His finger tapping at its edge.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
His mind wandered back to the events of yesterday, replaying each detail.
'Never thought the Boss held me in such high regard.' He thought as he recalled how Alex 'confided' in him.
'I always thought he was just all calculations on his mind. I guess he didn't just save me because I had history with dealing.' A smile slowly formed as he thought about it, but he suddenly shook his head, a chuckle escaping his lips.
'What are you, Doug — twelve? Getting giddy over a pat on the head?,'
*SIGH*
