"Ugh, I hate this bullshit." Graves grumbles, gritting his teeth, beer in his hand, despite it being about six in the morning and still in bed.

The two for you are in Texas this month, as you're both on your offs, and not the UK, which exposes the two of you to the random political crisises that pop up every hour in the great United States.

"Get up, get up. Gotta take a look at this." he nudges you, practically jostling you awake. You yawn, and sit up. It's some Republican news channel on the TV, blabbering about some new stupid laws put in motion by the great citrussy President.