Gideon

　　“Are you ready? Let’s grab a bite, then scope out our meeting place. Who knows, we might catch a New York rat tonight.” I growl at the end of my sentence out.

　　“Oh, I am ready! Hey, can we get pizza? I hear New York rats like pizza.” Marcus chuckles.

　　“Are you really bringing up pizza rat right now?” He killed my murderous mood.

　　“Sorry, you left the door right open. I could help it. I’ll be right over.” We end the ...