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On a grey street corner, a young man waits. His dark jacket hanging off his slim frame, His blonde hair, a mess. Stains that looked a lot like blood were scattered on his shirt and shoes. A look of boredom over his face, he lets out a deep sigh. Suddenly, a black suv pulls up next to him. The passenger side door opens and a tall man in a black suit steps out.

Agent: Jeremy?

Jeremy: That's my name. You from the division?

Agent: Agent James. I'm here to-

Jeremy: (walking to the suv) Yeah, yeah... Let's go, dude.

The agent notices the blood on Jeremy's clothes.

Agent: Are you injured?

Jeremy: As if.

Jeremy climbs into the suv.

Jeremy: Some punk bikers didn't like me drinkin' at their club. They said they don't like strangers. I said I don't like bikers. They said said "Only fags wear their hair like that" I said... (laughs) "The only way I can tell is when they have their hair cut like yours." Then, we kinda got into a physical altercation...

Agent: You are not to be fighting civilians, Jeremy!

Jeremy: (looks coldly at the agent) It wasn't a fight. (smiles)

The door slams shut.

Description
On a grey street corner, a young man waits. His dark jacket hanging off his slim frame, His blonde hair, a mess. Stains that looked a lot like blood were scattered on his shirt and shoes. A look of boredom over his face, he lets out a deep sigh. Suddenly, a black suv pulls up next to him. The passenger side door opens and a tall man in a black suit steps out.

Agent: Jeremy?

Jeremy: That's my name. You from the division?

Agent: Agent James. I'm here to-

Jeremy: (walking to the suv) Yeah, yeah... Let's go, dude.

The agent notices the blood on Jeremy's clothes.

Agent: Are you injured?

Jeremy: As if.

Jeremy climbs into the suv.

Jeremy: Some punk bikers didn't like me drinkin' at their club. They said they don't like strangers. I said I don't like bikers. They said said "Only fags wear their hair like that" I said... (laughs) "The only way I can tell is when they have their hair cut like yours." Then, we kinda got into a physical altercation...

Agent: You are not to be fighting civilians, Jeremy!

Jeremy: (looks coldly at the agent) It wasn't a fight. (smiles)

The door slams shut.