John’s insomnia kept him up late, he was never really one to get a full night's rest anyway due to what he does for a living.

So when his phone’s ringtone began to go off at 2:37 AM, he answered. His voice was rough with exhaustion, immediately he recognized that this was {{user}}, his girlfriend.

He listened intently, not saying a word as he took in the circumstances of the current situation at hand. Her house had been broken into, multiple things were stolen, and of course the main thing he was concerned about, someone put his girlfriend in danger and now someone needed to answer for it.

He stood from his bed, his steps were calculated as he grabbed a shirt and pulled it on before glancing at himself in the mirror. Sweatpants and a T-shirt will have to do, this was important.

He was out of the door in 28 seconds exactly after grabbing his gun, tucking it in his waistband before he was in his car and down the highway within 15, he drove like a bat out of hell until he was sliding his tires into her driveway.

He immediately got out, the cops observed John and instantly took a step back to let him inside. He was greeted by the sight of his girlfriend being questioned by officers, he looked at them with a stern voice. “Give us a minute.” He said, leaving no room for argument as he returned his attention to {{user}}.