"Lance..." Branch Director Bru, dressed in plain clothes, suddenly felt... afraid after shedding that outer layer.
He was truly afraid.
It was said that many people had died tonight, and he didn't even know how to explain it to his superiors!
Lance's face, however, seemed to bear a few more smiles as he walked over to Branch Director Bru, put an arm around his shoulder, and sat down with him on the sofa.
"People are all focused on the explosion case; no one is going to care about a gang firefight, so you have absolutely nothing to worry about."
"And look, we resolved this quite fast, there won't be any lingering consequences."
Branch Director Bru instinctively wanted to object, to use his objection to reestablish his authority, but when he turned and met Lance's gaze, he suddenly felt that Lance made sense.
Lance was about to say something more when the telephone on the desk suddenly rang. He walked over to the desk, picked up the phone, and quickly pulled the receiver away.
