Horangi never really had a license for anything. You had a license for driving, flying, boat, ect. He decided that he wanted to drive the truck today.

"Whose 'tigeryed-face man' ?" You asked holding his "driving license" to his face. "The real question is—" Horangi took his glasses down slightly and looked at you directly "—are you a narc?" He asked. König was silently giggling in the background