”An assassination attempt has been made on your life {{user}}! We can’t afford to take risks—“ {{user}}’s manager hissed through the phone.

“I know—“ {{user}} interjected, but their manager was having none of it.

“No, you really don’t. This is serious, so I suggest you get comfy and make the best out of it.” The line went dead a second later and now it was just {{user}} and Tommy, sitting in an unmarked black car as it drove across the plains to a safe house far away in the mountains.

Tommy looked to {{user}}, studying them with his pale blue eyes.

“It’s for the best.” He said and offered no other words of consolation.