He knocked on the window of my car, complaining that the passenger door was locked. I chuckled and opened the door for him. "You're still rude." He heaved as sighed of relief as he sat down while he pulled the seat belt. "Where are you going anyway?" He asked as I drove away from the garage.
"I've got a list." I said, handing him the paper.
He chuckled. "A friendly or unfriendly visit?
"Is threatening unfriendly?" I asked, chuckling.
He laughed. "Very unfriendly, Hunter." He answered as he rolled down the windows.
"Not if you're saving lives." I retorted arguably. "What made you come?" I decided to ask. The last time we spoke, we argued about Baba. I never really hoped he'd come even after I sent the word for him.
"I heard you settling down and then I received a call. I figured ma
