He peers inside the automobile, which had a broken rear window. It appears that the car's alarm never went off; otherwise, perhaps someone would have discovered this before he did.

He unlocked the door by reaching through the window, opening it, and investigating the glove box. Money and an ID were only shown. He took out the piece of paper once more.

"Rebbeca Olson," he read off the ID while looking at the sheet of paper, "two separate... people?" Something didn't make sense to him; the registered name for the parking spot didn't match the ID in the vehicle.

He tried to connect the dots, speculating that it could be the missis of the person who owned the spot, a relative or even a friend of the person.

He reached his hand into his pocket and drew out the wallet and opened it up, he muttered underneath his breath. "Jesus another Rebbeca, Rebbeca Taylor this time."

He set the wallet down, leaving it in the vehicle, and returned, slamming the door behind him.

He could hear muffled footsteps approaching him from behind, and before he knew it, he was enclosed by tall middle-aged men. When he looked behind him, he noticed someone who appeared to be in high school.

"Is that a child?" He was perplexed.

"I-I AM NOT A KID. I'M NOT A CHILD JUST BECAUSE I'M SHORT." He took a deep breath. "Dimwit, though we stopped you is that we as a task force, want you to join us."

"Join what?"

"We're an organization dedicated to preventing criminals and criminal activity; if you join us, you'll be able to live freely at no cost." He said it as if it were a script he was reading off.

"Not going to happen," Shilo says as he pushes his way past the men. "You guys sound like a bunch of swindlers; I'd rather stay in the trashy police force than join you because this is something I enjoy doing."

Hwan says as he swings his arm back, grabbing Shilo's coat. "You'll be able to do the same thing if you come with us, but what we do is more gruesome and problematic."

Shilo returns Hwan's gaze with gleaming eyes, "Is that a challenge?"

"I'd be damned if I said it wasn't, so how about you call up your boss and tell him you got a better job offer and that you will in fact be leaving. Kay?"

As he says such, a smirk appears on his face. "Well, then, you're quite the recruiter."