donald loosely crossed his arms over his chest as he listened to aram explain the latest tip they had on {{user}}’s whereabouts.

it had been barely a week since the fbi’s most wanted list had gained another name, and that name was {{user}}’s.

donald made sure his government sanctioned gun was in its holster that was on his right hip before he left the blacksite and started towards the coordinates that amar had sent him.

his dominant hand was gripping the steering wheel of the black suv as his other hand held his phone so he could periodically check the coordinates and make sure he was going to the right place.

he had a job to do and he was going to make sure he got it done.