User blog:Flamedude22/Resolute: Episode 1: Pilot

He drove, and I sat shotgun, clicking a nickle plated zippo lighter on and off, open and shut. Just like that jewlery store robbery, we just came from, turned out the guy had walked down the street, hid in a storage unit, with the loot, and celebrated with a few bottles of whiskey. He passed out. And that's how we found him. A dissapointment.

I kept clicking that zippo until we hit a stop light and Tre turned and glared at me "You better not even think of smoking in here."

I responded in the most annoyed and offended tone I could. "I quit last month." I informed him, yet again.

I don't know why he cared. It was an early 2000's Camry, or Corala, or something... We should of taken my car, but it was nice to not drive. We had been partners almost six years, now. I would consider us close, but we aren't. In six years he's almost never talked about his personall life, he's never invited me to eat dinner with his family, or even meet them, for that matter. I guess I haven't really been the most out-going guy myself. I just excpect people to know my emotions, know how I feel, I guess...

I looked up for a road sign or marker, I recognized the street. We had another fifteen minutes before we got back to the precinct, easy. I leaned my head against the window, and pulled the brim of my hat down over my eyes.