[Havoc]

Jack grabbed the chair and sat down, leaning on the desk and looking directly at Charger.
'First off all, why did you leave The Community?'
Charger threw him a sarcastic face.
'The place was a shithole... So I left.'
'So you left...' Jack mumbled. 'Didn't you just inherit a huge villa far away from it?'
'What are you? My very own stalker?' Charger asked anoyed.
'I'm a lot more then just your stalker, wise guy,' Jack said harsh. 'Now answer my question.'
Charger held still for a moment. He had no idea what was going on, but he had the feeling he was in way over his head into something he knew absolutely nothing about. After a moment of thinking, he answered.
'A friend had some... bussiness, in Los Santos.'
Jack got a notepad from his pocket, skipped a few pages and looked at the sheet.
'Drakko?'
Charger rolled his eyes.
'Yes... Drakko,' he sighed.
Jack got a thinking look on his face for a moment. Then adressed Charger again.
'Whats your bussiness with Fisher?' he then asked.
Charger got a surprised look on his face.
'Fisher?' he asked. 'I don't have any bussiness with that guy. If anything I owe him a punch or two.'
Jack stood up.
'Wait, so he's not with you?'
'If he was with me,' Charger said on a sarcastic tone. 'You wouldn't be standing here right now and I would be magicaly transported to somewhere save. So no, he's not with me.'
Jack 'hmm'd' a bit, then turned around and headed for the door.
'Hey!' Charger called after him, worried. 'Your not going to harm Kaira are you?!'
But the door slam shut in the middle of his sentence.
'F*ck...'

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As Jack was on his way to the helipad he picked up another agent from an office.
'I'm heading off to Golden Valley, I want you to check up everything we have on Fisher. Something isn't right, I want to know where EXACTLY we first saw him again.'
'Yes sir,' the agent said.
'Mail it to my PDA when you got something,' Jack said, then walked out ahead of him to the elevator. But turned around just before he got in.
'Oh, one more thing,' he said with a smile. 'Call around to some of our contacts, see if any of them are interested in a talking white tigress.'

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Kaira poked her head trough the back window, while she sat in the backside of the hummer.
'Art, what is this DCO thing?' she asked nervously. 'Is Charger in danger?'