Feb 22, 2008 14:50
Today hasn't been the best of days for one Jason Scott. There's not necessarily any reason for it - not one he could identify at first, really. He's spent most of the day with a really bad feeling about things, one that's impacted most of what he's done all day. He woke up too early, he's performed badly at work, he's just been completely off.
There's gut feelings about it, of course, but ones that he hoped that he was wrong about. Evidence speaks to the contrary - trying to call Tommy multiple times throughout the day resorted in nothing whatsoever. Voicemail, voicemail, voicemail - and then, yet more voicemail! There's nothing left to do but leave work early, finally, and take off for Reefside.
Things aren't helped when he gets a call along the way, from Hayley asking him to take off for Reefside - as if he hadn't been already. It's kind of a miracle no cop stopped him along the way, with the speed he decided to use after that. Cut a three hour drive down to less, and even that's not enough. But in the end, he manages to arrive, tires screaming to a stop right in front of the Oliver house.
"Someone clue me in," he demands loudly, as he stomps his way down to the lair. "I want to know what's going on."