At Protector Care, Connor is doing his job and answered his phone. Then Connor cringed to hear Bart yelling.

"Mr. Perrington would like to talk to you in his office."

And he sighed at this. "Now?"

"Now!"

So Connor left his office and went to see Mr. Perrington, then the gray-haired woman in disguised watched Connor as he left, and he went into his office for reasons unknown.

At Mr. Perrington's office, Bart placed his sharpened pencils on his desk. "Sit down, Connor." Bart told. And Connor sat down facing his boss. "I'm not happy Connor. Not happy!" he growled. And then he walked toward his teenage employee to talk about the situation.

"Ask me why."

"O.k. Why?" said Connor.

"Why, what? Be specific Connor."

"Why are you unhappy?" he asked.

"You're customers may feel happy." replied Bart.

"What, you gotten complaints?" questioned Connor.

"Complaints I can handle." exclaimed Bart. "What I can't handle, is you're customers' inexplicable knowledge of Protector Care's inner workings. They're experts. Experts Connor! Exploiting every loop hole, dodging every obstacle, they're penetrating the bureaucracy!" he complained.

"Did I do something, illegal?" asked Connor.

"No!" growled Bart.

"Are you saying we shouldn't help our customers." he replied.

"The law requires that I answer, no."

"We're supposed to help people."

"We're supposed to help our people! Starting with our stock holders Connor. Who's helping them out, huh!?" replied Bart as he sighed.

Connor saw his hand straightening a paper.

"Y'know Connor, a company..."

"Is like an enormous clock." Connor finished.

"Is like an enormous cl- Yes, precisely." he said. "It only works if all the little cogs mashed together."

So Connor started to pay attention to his boss' compliment.

"Now. A clock needs to be cleaned well lubricated and wound up tight." said Bart. The best clocks have jewel movements, cogs that fit that cooperate by design." he chuckled.

Then Connor spotted a man being attacked by a mugger.

"Me being metaphorical Connor. You know what I mean by cooperative cogs?" asked Bart. "Connor. Connor? Look at me when I'm talking to you, Nickell!" he yelled.

"That man out there, he needs help." alerted Connor.

"Do not change the subject Connor. We're discussing you're actions." said Bart.

"He is getting mugged!" Connor pointed and Bart turned.

"Well let's hope we don't cover him."

"I'll be right back." And just as Connor was about to save that man.

"Stop right now, or YOU'RE FIRED!" yelled Bart and Connor stopped.

MR. Perrington grinned evilly that Connor didn't left.

"Close the door." Connor did what he was told and closed the door. "Get over here, now." Connor let go of the doorknob with little amount of electricity from Connor.

He turned and walked back to his boss.

"I'm not happy Connor. Not happy." said Bart. And Connor turned and spotted the mugger running away with the money.

"He got away!" growled Connor in anger.

"Good thing too. Heh! You were this close to losing your j-" And that did it Connor grabbed him by the throat as he charged up.

At the hallway Bart burst through the wall and crashed onto the lockers and fell down unconscious as he groaned in pain. And the employees' looked at him in shock, and it shows that he burst through five walls that Connor caused.

"Oh boy." said Connor in shock.

Meanwhile Bart Perrington is in a full body cast, and a man from the National Quirker Agency came out has brown hair named Nick Towers, and Connor was waiting and Nick was just about to leave the hospital.

"How is he?" Connor asked nervously.

"He'll live." said Nick.

"I'm fired, aren't I?" Connor asked.

"Oh, you think." Nick said sarcastically.

"What can I say Nick."

"Nothing you'd hadn't said, before."

"Someone was in trouble."

"Someone's always in trouble."

"I had to do something." said Connor in anguish.

"Yeah. Every time you say those words, it means a month on half of trouble for me, Connor." said Nick as he pressed the down button. "It means hundreds and thousands of tax payers dollars." he told Connor.

"I know." sighed Connor.

"We gotta pay to keep the company quiet, we gotta pay damages, erase memories, every time it get's harder. Money, money, money, money, money w-we can't keep doing this Connor." said Nick as the elevator doors opened.

"We'd appreciate what you're doing in then old days, but those days are over. From now on you're on your own." he said.

But Nick hold the door and talked to Connor one last time.

"Ah, listen Connor. Maybe I could relocate you, y'know for old time sake." said Nick.

"No I can't do that to my family, everyone has been settled I'll make it work." said Connor.

"Take care of yourself." said Nick, and he closed the door exiting the hospital, leaving Connor in despair.