Aaliyah covers her face with her hand, frustrated: "Jesus, I don't know how you manage to do this stuff for a living". "Trust me, it's less frustrating than dealing with sheriff Crawford" comments Adrian, as he gets up and starts fiddling with his gloves. Aaliyah takes a glance at the blue and red lights filtering through the window: "Speaking of whom..." - The door slams open. An old man in police uniform enters the room: "Jenkins! And... WEBSTER?!"Aaliyah covers her face with her hand, frustrated: "Jesus, I don't know how you manage to do this stuff for a living". "Trust me, it's less frustrating than dealing with sheriff Crawford" comments Adrian, as he gets up and starts fiddling with his gloves. Aaliyah takes a glance at the blue and red lights filtering through the window: "Speaking of whom..." - The door slams open. An old man in police uniform enters the room: "Jenkins! And... WEBSTER?!"
Aaliyah covers her face with her hand, frustrated: "Jesus, I don't know how you manage to do this stuff for a living". "Trust me, it's less frustrating than dealing with sheriff Crawford" comments Adrian, as he gets up and starts fiddling with his gloves. Aaliyah takes a glance at the blue and red lights filtering through the window: "Speaking of whom..." - The door slams open. An old man in police uniform enters the room: "Jenkins! And... WEBSTER?!"

Aaliyah: Jesus, I don't know how you manage to do this stuff for a living.

Adrian: Trust me, it's less frustrating than dealing with sheriff Crawford.

Aaliyah: Speaking of whom...

SLAM!

Crawford: Jenkins! And... WEBSTER?!