The Day of Retribution is Tomorrow.

About to head out of the cafe, Grey pays for the coffee both men had taken with his card.

Stepping outside, he inhales the crisp cool air and sighs.

His phone ringing distracts him from the search of his keys and he sees the caller to be Smith.

"Hello Smith? Can I help you tonight?"

"Where are you right now?"

"I had a meeting with Mr Santinello and I am heading off to my bed. Do you have something for me?"

"Certainly. Can you drop by the office before heading home?"

Grey groans. "I hope for your own sake that it is something worth my time, if not, you'll spend the whole remainder of this week in the holding cell and I mean it."

Smith laughs. "Sure then. Just come on over first."

Grumbling, groaning, tired, weary, weak, sleepy... All of the states of mind Grey experiences before appearing at the office. He slouches up the stairs to the office where he meets Smith bending over a computer.

"What do you have for me?"

"Before I show you, I did it to show that I did not take my job as a jok