After breakfast everybody went up to there rooms to get ready for work.
Mike still couldn't cure his headache with painkillers and he knew that he would have to listen to gunshots all day. He grabbed his keys, his phone, gun and wallet off his desk and ran out the door but stopped when he noticed something fall out of his wallet, a picture, of a little girl, his little girl.
Mike picked up the picture and stared at it, remembering her face and her smile.
'I didn't know I had this in here'. Mike said to himself and put the picture back in his wallet.
The day was going by slowly for Mike who was training Bello's guys how to shoot but he had too many thoughts in his mind to concentrate. When will he see his daughter again? If he does see her again what will she think? Then Mike was woken from his thoughts by more gunshots.
'Are you okay Michael?' Bello asked standing next to him leaning against the car.
Yes, sorry sir, just a little tired today.' Mike flinched at another gunshot
'You should get some more sleep Michael, I can't have you slacking, if you slack, my men slack, understand?'
'Yes sir.' Mike nodded
'Go Michael, you are done for the day.'
'Thank you sir.' Mike got into his car and drove back to Graceland.
Back at Graceland it was very quiet and Mike can finally get some much-needed sleep. He slowly walked up to his room and feel down on his bed, closing his eyes.
Mike was only asleep for an hour or so before his phone buzzed.
'Hey Juan, what's with the call?'
'Are you busy right now Warren?' Mike looked confused
'Getting some much-needed sleep, why?'
'We have something for you here at the office, you need to come now.'
'Okay sir, I'll be there soon'. Mike sighs and hangs up the phone. He grabs his keys and jacket and runs out the door.
