"Wait, his fucking ear?!" The man laughed hysterically.

"Yeah, yeah. So the asshole walks in the room, screaming his fucking lungs out 'The Wolf got my ear! Nein nein!' And ran around, yelling at the top of his lungs. Now, eight then and there I was balls deep in paperwork when all of the sudden the Germ storms in. So, I stand up and ask the fucker what had happened and he said, in the saddest of tones, 'Ze Wolf got mein ear'."

They were both cracking up

"So, what happened?"

"Well, being the saint I am, I check the guys ear and I find nothing."

"Plot twist of the century." He sniggers

"He points to his ear lobe and I notice the smallest of grazes on his ear, less than an inch long and he claims that he got shot in the chest. Now I know a thing or two about getting shot in the chest."

"So that's what they mean when they talk about your incident, with the hookers and the cocaine and the-"

"Fuck you too." He chuckles as they eat their donuts.

Suddenly, he gets a notif on his radio from the Captain himself. "I need you to notify all the squads that we have confirmed the assailant but be wary as there could be any number of them left. A Zeal team has apparently found somebody."

"Ah shit."

"Look who just became the caps lap dog."

"Piss off."