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The man apparently seemed to know exactly where they were going, how things were planned. Why he was here. Hilarious. Of course the job description was most likely vague, this man picked to annoy him more than anything else. To protect his life, Hux nearly scoffed at the words. It was more so to keep tabs on his whereabouts and the activities he was partaking in at late hours of the night. Hux was certain father would be receiving a list of where and when and who he surrounded himself throughout the week. A glorified babysitter with a gun strapped to the inner thigh. Anger had again began to bubble up into his chest as the American spoke, once more, did he think he was in charge? Ridiculous…the only option was to rid of him. By any means possible. Treason, blackmail, annoyance, money. Hux was well versed in gaining what he wanted for his platform and constituents, this man would be far easier to sate than the masses.

Maybe he should have just stayed in LA. Dealing with criminals was bad, but at least he didn’t have to see them after locking them up or blasting a hole through them. Dealing with Hux every single day was far worse than that. Was he really insulting his intelligence? Oliver wasn’t a stupid man, in any way. This job just didn’t require a lot of brain work. Holding a gun and aiming it was easy, as was just looking intimidating. He chose to join the police force in LA because he wanted to protect people, not because he was too stupid for anything else. Taking on this job was to get a change of scenery, or, well, to get out of Los Angeles. But even that city was better than this... this snotty brat. He could see why the guy needed a bodyguard-- aside from the fact that he was into some shady shit. Anyone who spent more than five minutes would most likely want to snap his neck.