Jake had managed to convince his superiors to let him on patrol early - thank god, the usual patrol officer for the morning had called in sick, and he managed to ask just at the right time. He'd taken the patrol car almost immediately and gone. They'd let him go, but not for the reason they thought - in reality, he was going to search the island for Gant and track him down. If it meant searching in every nook and cranny of the city that a rat such as Gant could burrow his way into, he was sure as hell going to do it.
After searching for several hours around the baseball diamond, he could only conclude that Gant had walked off on his own. Cursing his luck, he started driving again, this time ranging in wider circles. That bastard just had to be somewhere, he had to be. He kept thinking of all the possible places Gant could be, but even attempting to think like Gant was starting to make his blood boil. For now, staying in wide circles was probably going to be easiest, though it meant he couldn't search businesses or the like.
As luck would have it, Jake got a glimpse - just a glimpse. The person that had turned the corner just then appeared to be the man he was looking for walking along the street. Quickly he turned the corner, and drove closer. He slowed down after he confirmed his suspicion, his eyes looking over the grayed hair and the tanned skin of his neck, with that ridiculously orange suit.
It was possible to just run him over, right? There might be a few witnesses, but if he could just-
No. No. Killing a man just for the hell of it would make him more like the bastard he was glaring at right now. Dammit. Dammit.
It didn't take long for him to pull over to the side of the road and stop. He paused, took a deep breath. Took another for good measure. And then, he stopped the engine. He stepped out of the car, the jingle of his spurs barely noticeable to his own ears. All that concerned him was the person in front of him, who was still walking away. Jake quickly followed after him, slowing down as he got within loud speaking distance.
"You wouldn't by any chance be tryin' to start trouble, now would'ja, Gant?"
Location is up to you?
After searching for several hours around the baseball diamond, he could only conclude that Gant had walked off on his own. Cursing his luck, he started driving again, this time ranging in wider circles. That bastard just had to be somewhere, he had to be. He kept thinking of all the possible places Gant could be, but even attempting to think like Gant was starting to make his blood boil. For now, staying in wide circles was probably going to be easiest, though it meant he couldn't search businesses or the like.
As luck would have it, Jake got a glimpse - just a glimpse. The person that had turned the corner just then appeared to be the man he was looking for walking along the street. Quickly he turned the corner, and drove closer. He slowed down after he confirmed his suspicion, his eyes looking over the grayed hair and the tanned skin of his neck, with that ridiculously orange suit.
It was possible to just run him over, right? There might be a few witnesses, but if he could just-
No. No. Killing a man just for the hell of it would make him more like the bastard he was glaring at right now. Dammit. Dammit.
It didn't take long for him to pull over to the side of the road and stop. He paused, took a deep breath. Took another for good measure. And then, he stopped the engine. He stepped out of the car, the jingle of his spurs barely noticeable to his own ears. All that concerned him was the person in front of him, who was still walking away. Jake quickly followed after him, slowing down as he got within loud speaking distance.
"You wouldn't by any chance be tryin' to start trouble, now would'ja, Gant?"