You pound on the door to Unit 401; seething with rage as you stare daggers at Bobbie. This stupid fucker tried to sell meth to an undercover cop you, and he, had been tipped off about and you had to spend quite a bit of money to smooth things over. Bobbie hangs his head, shoulders slumped, barely meeting your gaze. “Boss… I’m sorry… can’t we work this out without… involving Kaylee?..”