Anderson sat leaned against his motorcycle. He had received a call from his supervisor. As he had expected. Anderson had been waiting for this call. It came right on time.

"Yes sir?", asked Anderson.

"I trust you have arrived", said a voice. It was elderly and had a professional accent. Of course it was. His superior was a British man. What else was he to expect?

"Yes sir I have", said Anderson in response.

"I expect results", said his superior.

"Of course sir, you have no need to be concerned", said Anderson smirking. He thought it was funny that his superior still degraded him after five years of experience and work.

"That's what I like to hear", said his superior. Anderson then heard the line go dead. Anderson chuckled tucking his phone in his pocket. He shoved his hands in his pockets. Anderson sighed he left walking around the corner into the prison. Anderson was here for a visit.

Of course this was all business related. It was always for business. Because here time is money. The more time the more money was wasted. And when there was wasted money....well....there's no to focus on that unless it happens. But when it does happen, it doesn't get pretty. Only the women are pretty.

Anderson entered pushing open the glass door. There were several citizens inside but Anderson paid them no mind. He stood for a moment tilting his head as a female officer looked his way just staring. What she was looking at and what she was thinking Anderson didn't want to know about.

Yet he could have a little fun. As long as it helped him, his employer didn't mind too much. In fact it never hurt to relax. But that woman wasn't Anderson's type. Too stereotypical.

Long blonde hair, coated in make up, long eye lashes covered with loads of mascara. Her cheeks pink. The only natural looking thing were possibly her eyes. A bright green. Stereotypical white girl one could say. Yet Anderson knew he would enjoy playing with her a bit.

He went over to her smiling with his perfect white teeth. He cast his eyes down tilting his head as he stared into her eyes.

"Good afternoon Madam", he said smoothly.

Anderson could see the woman stare at him and her breath hitched as he spoke to her. He smiled with great ease. It was easy to swoon her.

"H-Hi", managed the woman.

Anderson paused, "I'm Anderson Freedman, I have an appointment to visit someone", said Anderson.

The woman just stared, in response Anderson chuckled which made the woman giggle but she realized others were waiting and her boss was glaring at her. She began to type on the computer keyboard with her long fake nails. The clicks aggravated Anderson but he didn't show it.

The woman looked at the file as it came up. There was an appointed time. This was for...Jackson Roberts. She swallowed. The crazy ex-marine everyone was talking about. This was his sixth time in jail here and now he'd be here for good. The judges were sick and tired of letting him bail his way out so they remanded him. Serves him right for drug possession.

The woman looked up at Anderson concerned, "Are you here to see Jackson Roberts?", asked the woman.

Anderson smiled genuinely, "Yes I am here to see him", said Anderson.

"You sure you want to...I mean... He's really coo-coo", said the woman her eyes softening at Anderson.

Anderson chuckled, he then pricked up her chin with his finger lifting her gaze. The woman froze under his trance.

"I trust your boys will take care of me", he said winking.

With that Anderson then took the slip the woman was holding and turned on his heel. He went through the next designated door to proceed to be padded down leaving the woman stiff and daydreaming in her mind.