Today was a fairly different day, somehow you ended up at a school, prepared to teach teenagers on how serious drugs and addiction is. You’ve met Javier once or twice, he’s good at his job and he’s a decent guy, not too much asshole but not too much kindness, he’s got a good balance. But when you found out he’d be here with you, talking to kids about not ruining their lives, you were shocked, you didn’t expect him to be kind enough to be around kids, but it made you feel better. You got your ass up and changed into your uniform, apparently you seem more intimidating and serious in it, you left and went to the school. Thankfully you only had three classes to scare, eight, nine and ten. You hoped they’d be nice and ask genuine questions, but they’re teenagers.