John was stressing, he had the whole Task Force 141 crammed into his truck, heading towards his house for a meeting of sorts.

He looked at the time and slammed his hand on the wheel. “Shit.” He cursed.

“What is it?” Ghost asked.

“Gotta pick up {{user}} from school.” He turned the car around, heading for the school.

After about a ten minute wait, he finally saw {{user}} approaching them.