+++ Mercy Hospital Miami – 3rd November 2022 +++
Owen had been discharged the same day as Charlotte had come to visit him and given him the news that it was her who had started the fire at her bar. Initially it had been a shock to him, but the more he remembered conversations that they had previously, the more he felt guilty for not seeing it coming. She’d become desperate, she didn’t see a way out, and ultimately it had almost cost both him and Scott their lives. That was no doubt a lot of doubt to deal with, never mind the fact that there was the threat of an investigation that was hanging over her head. Owen found himself in a difficult situation whereby he wanted to help but couldn’t. And he was fearful for how this was going to pan out. All that said, and with there being only so much he could do, the world didn’t stop turning, and he still had Under Attack just a few days away. Having been discharged, he was still having difficulty with his breathing, and so Jennifer had persuaded him to go back to the hospital and ensure that there wasn’t anything ominous waiting in the wings. The Chamber itself was a test of stamina, and if he ran out of steam, there was every chance he wouldn’t be able to get it done. This being the most important match of his career, even more so perhaps than the United States Championship match against Josh Hudson, Owen knew he couldn’t leave anything to chance. And so, after a few tests and poking and prodding, Owen found himself in front of the Doctor, a stoic man with seemingly very little emotions and even less bedside manner. Owen had tried to read him, but had come up short, a fact that Owen had found frustrating, even though he knew he wouldn’t have long to wait. The Doctor tapping information into his computer frustrated Owen even more, to the point that he is the first to engage in conversation.
Owen: So, what’s the story Doc?
The Doctor, who’s name was apparently Foster, a fact that amused Owen greatly, seems genuinely annoyed by the interruption, and scowls before going back to this computer, seemingly ignoring Owen and his question. Owen decides not to press any further, as a report to the SCW Management could result in him being pulled from the Chamber, and he’d worked too hard for that to happen. Finally, the Doctor completes his notes, and turns to Owen, clasping his hands on the table.
Doctor: I hear that the Bar was destroyed… seems like you had a lucky escape.
Owen nods, not really recognizing why he had opened with that sentence, but not wanting to be rude.
Doctor: I’ve been told you were quite ‘heroic’ running into the flames and rescuing your friend. I have a friend who’s a fire chief and attended the scene.
Owen: Guess I didn’t really think about it.
Doctor: Do you consider yourself reckless Mr. Cruze?
Again, Owen was surprised by the question, and it seemed like the Doctor was judging him. But this time he does respond, perhaps with a little too much ‘edge’.
Owen: No, I wouldn’t say I am reckless. I’d like to think that I did what anyone else would have done knowing that Scott was in there. I certainly believe that he would have done the same for me.
Doctor: Well, there is no doubt it could have been a lot worse. For you both.
Owen: So, they’ve said, but I don’t see what that has got to do with anything going forwards?
Doctor: Just making conversation that’s all. I’m told I don’t engage with the patients enough.
Owen: Perhaps there is a reason for that?
The sarcasm in his voice is obvious, and the Doctor most certainly picks up on it, judging by the look on his face.
Doctor: Perhaps, but it’s my belief that it is more important to get the diagnosis right than be able to engage in conversations. Pointless chit chat seems a little, pointless if you ask me.
Owen: Well, I don’t need your life story, so why don’t you tell me if anything is going on and then I’ll get out of your hair.
Doctor: Indeed.
Owen shakes his head; he really couldn’t wait to get out of here and was now regretting doing as Jennifer had asked.
Doctor: Ok, so judging by what you have told me, and the tests I have conducted, there is no doubt that you have suffered damage to your lungs, which is causing the current restriction on your breathing. The mucus you are coughing up is a sure sign that your lungs have been damaged by the chemicals that are found in smoke.
Owen: But it’s only temporary right?
Doctor: Right now, there is no real way of telling until the mucus has cleared and we can get a proper look at your lungs. My educated thought at the moment are that your issues with breathing right now are a mixture of that damage, and potentially the onset of Bronchitis.
Owen: So, nothing life threatening?
Doctor: On its own, no. But of cause Bronchitis can bring its own problems, so I’m going to prescribe an inhaled bronchodilator to try and lessen those effects.
Owen: So, I can compete on Sunday?
The Doctor pauses, and looks back towards his computer, obviously not having noticed what Owen did for a living.
Doctor: Ah yes… you’re the ‘professional wrestler’.
He says it with such scorn that Owen finds it hard not to react. This belief that wrestling was a lesser sport had always gotten to Owen, when in fact he considered wrestlers fitter than any other sportsman in the world. Once again Owen nods his head but makes a mental note that he was going to complain about this guy. Even when making it, he scolds himself knowing that he probably wouldn’t.
Doctor: Well, the Bronchodilator will work, of that I have very little doubt, but there is no question that you should be resting, and I would tell that to any sportsman. Fact is, you won’t be at one hundred percent, and from what I’ve seen of your ‘sport’ you will be risking further injury never made working at a reduced capacity. Personally, I would advise that you give it a miss this week and concentrate on getting better, but no matter what I say it’s not going to make a difference.
Owen shrugs his shoulders, he couldn’t deny that if a report wasn’t sent, he was going to compete anyway.
Doctor: As I said, it seems like you are a reckless individual who’s going to do what he wants no matter what I say. All I can do Mr. Cruze is give you my professional opinion. You probably need rest, but that is going to happen, is it?
To Owen, this was even worse that the Doctor saying that he couldn’t compete, because it meant in the biggest match in his recent history, there could come a time when his stamina let him down, something that he had always regarded as his greatest strength. He’d need to be more measured in what he was doing, he’d have to adapt and rely on his wrestling ability which was playing to many of the competitor’s strengths. It was what it was, however, he couldn’t blame anyone but himself. For a moment, he blames Charlotte, but quickly gets rid of that notion before the familiar feelings of guilt set in.
Owen: No, it’s not. But thank you for your time.
Owen gets to his feet; he’d heard enough for one day. Even as he gets to his feet, he realizes that even if he got to the match, this was going to affect any training that he could do and put a dampener on his preparations that were usually as meticulous as they come. He was in a better position than he was before, after all, he was no longer a one trick pony, Daisy Lee having given him the skill’s he’d been lacking before his hiatus. But this wasn’t just anyone he was stepping into the Chamber with. He was walking in there with some of the best ‘wrestlers’ in the world, notwithstanding Adam Allocco who has already outwrestled him not that long ago. The Doctor doesn’t offer him a handshake and has already apparently moved on, Owen shaking his head and walking out the office and back onto the corridor. Once out there he see’s a familiar face, the nurse that had treated him in the immediate aftermath.
Nurse: Hey, if it isn’t my favorite patient again. How have you been?
Owen: Been struggling breathing… the Doc thinks it’s Bronchitis. Seemed like he was fobbing me off though to be fair.
Nurse: What? Old Foster… yeah, he’s renowned for that. Proper old school that one. But he wouldn’t ruin his reputation that’s for sure.
Owen: OK, well that makes me feel a little better.
Nurse: What about your friend… Scott was it?
Owen: He’s still under observation, his lungs got pretty messed up.
Nurse: I’ll check in on him at some point today. But he’s lucky, not many people would run into a burning building and bring someone out that’s for sure.
Owen: Doctor Foster seemed to think I was reckless.
Nurse: Really? Well, everyone else on the ward you were a hero Because of you, Scott is alive and not many people can say they have saved a person’s life
Owen: Except for you guys
The nurse laughs.
Nurse: That’s my job. You’re a good guy Owen, and don’t let a fossil of a Doctor tell you anything different. But anyways, I’d better get on, these bedpans won’t empty themselves. See you around yeah?
Owen: Yeah and thank you again. For everything.
Nurse: My pleasure
The nurse walks away, Owen feeling a little bit better about himself. He wasn’t reckless, he was methodical. He wouldn’t have gone into that building if he didn’t truly believe he couldn’t get out. Just like he wouldn’t enter the Chamber, if he didn’t believe he could win. And regardless of his issues, that was exactly what he believed.
+++ Miami Beachside Cafe – 8th November 2022 +++
No matter Owen’s fears, no matter his concerns about his health, somehow Owen had slayed the first of two demons by winning the Chamber match at Under Attack. What had been the moment when everything had started to unravel, when his dreams had disappeared before his eyes, and he’d lost the World Championship. Which he placed quite possibly the lowest point of his career. He had flip turned that on its head, and now Under Attack could be remembered for much more positive reasons. The moment when he placed himself just one step away from his proudest moment. That moment being. standing atop of the company once more, and this time much more prepared and mature to handle it. He’d not had time to dwell on that however, the World Championship now only a month away, he had to make sure he was fully focused on that. But there were also things in his personal life that needed to be dealt with. Namely Charlotte, and any potentially fallout from that. So, making his way from London, he’d flown straight back to Miami, unsure of the new he was about to face. After agreeing to meet Charlotte at a beachside bar, they already have their drinks and are engaging in small talk.
Charlotte: Thanks for this Owen, I really needed to talk to someone. And Scott… well he’s not up to it.
Scott was still in hospital, and for the past few days had been on a Ventilator to help him breathe. He wasn’t in the best shape, and this obviously wasn’t helping Charlottes mood any.
Owen: Any time, you know that.
Charlotte: Didn’t even get to see you win… the Motel I’m staying at didn’t cover the show.
Owen: I’ll see if I can get hold of a copy for you… though it will all mean nothing if I don’t win in a months’ time.
Charlotte: I’m sure you will
Owen laughs, which catches her a little off guard.
Owen: Have you seen the size of the guy? If you had, you wouldn’t be so certain.
Owen takes a sip of his drink, recognizing that Charlotte was avoiding the obvious subject and for good reason. He was a firm believer however that things like this should never be ignored, and most certainly never went away on their own.
Owen: So, have you heard anything else with regards to the investigation?
Her face drops, and although she knew it would come up, she thought she would have longer not to think about it.
Charlotte: Not yet, other than a few questions and handing over the bars financial records.
Owen: I guess no news is good news.
The comment is supposed to make her better, but it is clear from her face that it misses the mark.
Owen: Sorry… that didn’t come out how I meant it.
Charlotte: No, you’re right Owen. But to me it just seems like it is delaying the inevitable.
It was a tough situation for Owen, knowing that Charlotte was indeed guilty of what she was being investigated for. Part of him just wanted to tell her to just admit it, and take whatever consequences came from that, but he knew that wasn’t what she wanted to hear.
Owen: You don’t know that they might not find anything.
Charlotte: Come on Owen, I appreciate the support, but you know that won’t be the case. These guys are good at their job, they will find out what I did, I know they will. And after what I put you and Scott through, I’ll deserve whatever I get.
Owen: I’m fine Charlotte.
Charlotte: Maybe you are, but Scott isn’t. He’s still in the hospital and breathing by a machine because of me. I may as well just admit it was me and put an end to it.
Owen: That’s up to you Charlotte, I only know what I’d do.
Charlotte: And what’s that?
Owen takes a deep breath, this not being how he’d wanted the conversation to go.
Charlotte: That bad huh?
Owen: Way, I see it Char, like you say, the likelihood is the Investigation team are going to find out where the fire started and then it will only be a matter of time before they start asking more awkward questions. If you get ahead of the curve and admit what you’ve done. Explain to them how you felt you didn’t have any other choice and were backed into a corner, perhaps then they will let you off lightly. I don’t know how the system works Char, but I do know that the courts are more lenient with those that admit their guilt.
Charlotte: Do you think I’d go to prison?
Owen shrugs his shoulders and puffs out his cheeks.
Owen: Honestly, I don’t know. But knowing you the way I do; anything would be better than you are living with this guilt. That’s the thing with guilt, it drags you down. I know that more than most.
To Charlottes credit, she wasn’t dismissive of that advice, and seemed to be listening to what Owen had to say. She wasn’t a bad person in the slightest and had just been backed into a bad situation.
Charlotte: I think you’re right Owen. This is killing me right now; I’ve not been sleeping. And it doesn’t help that I’m having to stay in a Motel.
Owen: Well, I can help with that.
Charlotte: What do you mean?
Owen: I’ve got plenty of room at the house, too much if I’m honest. Why don’t you come and stop with me while all this is sorted out?
Charlotte: You mean that? But what about Jennifer?
Owen: Jennifer is more than secure in herself than having to worry about that. I’m marrying the girl next year, and you can’t get more committed to someone than that. And anyway, she likes you, and she would want me to help you. And she sure as heck wouldn’t want you staying in a grubby hotel.
Charlotte: I mean, if, you’re sure?
Owen: Yeah, I’m sure. And if you want to go to the police and fess up, I’ll be right by your side every step of the way. We can get through this.
Charlotte: Thank you Owen
Owen: It’s what friends are for. You made a mistake. And take it from me, mistakes don’t have to define who you are. Whatever you decide, I’ll be with you I promise.
Due to the time of year, the bar was mostly empty, that being the reason why Owen had chosen it so that they could talk properly. However, as Charlotte holds out her hands and Owen takes them, they both become aware that two people are walking over to them. Owen is the first to see the badge attached to the man’s waistband, clearly recognizing it as a Detective badge. Not long after, Charlotte see’s it too, her eyes widening. Owen plays dumb to begin with as they reach their table.
Owen: Err, kind of having a private conversation here guys.
The man taking the lead is the first to speak
Detective: My name is Detective Peters; this is my colleague Detective Cooper. Really sorry to intrude, but are you, Charlotte Byers.
Charlotte lowers her eyes and nods her head ever so slightly. She knew perfectly what was going on here.
Detective Peters: Ms. Byers, you are under arrest for insurance fraud. You do not have to say anything. But it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questions something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence. If you would like to accompany us now to the station, please.
Owen feels Charlotte squeeze his hand, her realizing what is happening, and her opportunity to go to the police first now gone. She gets to her feet, realizing that the patrons in the bar are watching, now even more thankful that it wasn’t full. Owen opens his mouth to say something, but Charlotte stops him in his tracks, not wanting him to get himself into trouble.
Charlotte: It’s OK Owen…
Owen nods his head, feeling as helpless as he ever had before. He wanted to help, but know he couldn’t, knowing that he may get himself into trouble for withholding information.
Owen: I’ll ring my Lawyer Char; I’ll get him to come straight down.
Charlotte shakes her head
Charlotte: It’s fine, I’ll tell them everything they need to know.
And before Owen can say another word, they walk away, Owen never taking his eyes off them until she is placed in the car, and they drive away. The look on Charlotte face showed him she had already accepted her fate. There was even an element of relief in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. For Owen, all he could think of was what was to come, and how if he’d moved quicker, he could have done something about it. There it was again, that old fateful friend. Guilt. Owen knew him so well.
+++ ‘Level Up’ New York – 15th November 2022 +++
In the days that followed, Owen had paid Charlotte’s bail, and she was stopping at his house, under orders not to leave Miami. She had been charged and pending further investigations she was due in court in the next few weeks for a judge to deliver sentence. She had already been warned that jail time was a possibility, but she was trying to stay positive, whilst at the same time knowing she deserved whatever she got. Owen felt more than a little guilty leaving her, but Jennifer stopping over for a few weeks had lessened that burden. He couldn’t wait until she moved to Miami for good, they had already decided that this would be their marital home. In the interim however he was glad Charlotte at least had someone to talk to and wasn’t stewing in the house alone. For Owen though, life went on. And during the SCW’s hiatus, it gave him the opportunity to check in at Level Up, that was currently going from strength to strength. The offer had been made and accepted on next door, and Owen had already got someone drawing up plans for the extension. But Owen wasn’t really concerned about that, or at least it wasn’t his primary concern. Truth was, he was more interested in how Reed had been getting on having been ‘released’ into the big wide world. And so, walking into the gymnasium part of the building, it is with great anticipation and a lot of positivity that he walks over to Finch, the two of them sharing a fist bump.
Finch: Brother… good to see you.
The first bump turns into a hug, the two of them haven’t seen each other for a while. Finch was probably his best friend away from the business, if you didn’t include Chloe in that equation, his school friend from New York.
Finch: So, how’s things? Two weeks and you’ll be a World Champion again.
Owen: That’s the plan, though given who I’m facing its far from a foregone conclusion.
Finch: Xander Valentine… that’s the big guy, isn’t it?
Owen: Yep, goes by the nickname ‘The Executioner’… historically not a guy to be messed with.
Finch: Got a plan?
Owen: Finchy my boy, I always have a plan. Whether it works or not remains to be seen. But I’m confident, which is more than I can say I was after the last time I ended Under Attack, perhaps the lowest I’d ever been. I just got to stay out the big man’s way and stay in the match if I can. Then hopefully I can grind him down. Least this time I’m not under the intense pressure I was before… because no one expects me to pull this off. No one.
Finch: Well, we do bro… we expect it. It would be amazing publicity for this place as well.
Owen nods his agreement, it would be. The SCW World Champion owning a gym, wrestling school whilst also running a shelter for the homeless of New York. It was the epitome of giving back and paying one forward.
Owen: Do you want to nip into the office, so we can talk in private?
Finch: Sure… not bad news, I hope?
Owen: No nothing like that. Shall we?
They walk across the gym and towards the office, Finch entering first and Owen following. Finch takes a seat behind the desk, Owen in front of it.
Finch: So how you feeling? No aftereffects from the fire?
Owen: Touch of Bronchitis, seem to be over it now. Docs reckon I may develop Asthma though in the coming years.
Finch: And the guy you pulled out?
Owen: Still on a ventilator… not great.
Finch: But better than the alternative, least he has a chance.
Owen: True… anyway, not here to talk about me. How’s Reed been doing?
Finch: Reed? Reed’s been going from strength to strength.
Owen: In classes?
Finch: In classes, and in his personal life. Can you believe he’s gotten himself a girlfriend?
Owen’s eyes widen in surprise.
Owen: Really? Christ, he didn’t hang around.
Finch: He invited me around his apartment, and the kids really made it into a home. I mean, the grant from us helps… but you never know what they are going to do with the money do you?
Owen: Yeah, guess not… so, all in all, our first success story.
Finch: It’s early days Owen, but I reckon all Reed needed was a break, and you gave him that. He works hard, he trains hard, and he’s a credit to level up. So yeah, I’d call that a success.
Owen: So, what happens next?
Finch: Well, it’s a little different because Reed is working here, but in three months we’ll have a review, see if there are any problems, Andy will give him a final evaluation and then he will be signed off the program.
Owen: Great stuff… mind if I have a word with him?
Finch: Sure, go ahead. Do you mind if I get on with some paperwork? The boss is a tyrant and needs his reports.
Owen laughs, not missing the joke
Owen: Bro, you can do one.
Finch laughs, Owen heading back out into the gym, and walking over to Reed who is wiping down one of the weight benches.
Owen: Hey Reed, how’s things?
Reed stops working, throwing the towel over his shoulder
Reed: I’m good. Very good in fact, thanks to you.
Owen: Nah, you did all this yourself. I just gave you a push. Hear you have a girlfriend, when do I get to meet her?
Reed: What, like meeting my parents?
They both laugh… Owen mockingly pretending to be annoyed
Owen: I’m only a few years older than you sunshine.
Reed: But you are older.
Even now Owen could see the confidence Reed had in himself. A million miles away from when Owen first met him.
Owen: But seriously, Dad or not… I’m proud of you bro. It’s a fantastic advert for this place, and exactly how I wanted it to go. How’s your public speaking?
Reed: Huh?
Owen: How would you feel speaking with anyone who joins us, share your experiences. After all, you know more than anyone of us what it’s like.
Reed: I’d love to… dunno how good I’ll be at it though.
Owen: You’ll be fine… and anyway it will be good practice for when you’re doing interviews in MMA, which I’m hearing you’re not a million miles away from being able to compete.
Reed: Jason is a good trainer.
Owen: Yes, he is. You’re going to have one heck of a story by the time you are through that’s for sure.
Reed: You think?
Owen: Guy from the street done good, it’s a classic. Keep doing what you are doing Reed, work hard and there isn’t anything you can’t achieve. That’s my mantra now, and hopefully it’s going to take me to where I want to be. It might be cliché, but it could do the same for you.
Reed: Thank you again Owen, for everything.
Owen: It’s a team effort bro… anyway, I may as well do a workout why I’m here. You fancy spotting me?
Reed: Sure thing, let me just finish up here.
Owen: No worries, I’ll get changed and meet you at the weights.
Reed nods, and goes back to his work, a work that he did with such pride. As Owen reaches the training room he smiles, Level Up had done that for Reed and he couldn’t be prouder. But as far as Owen was concerned, Reed was the first of many. Many people who wouldn’t let their flaws stop them from achieving whatever they wanted to. The same journey Owen had travelled and come out the other side.
+++ ‘Level Up’ New York – 18th November 2022 +++
Having completed his workout, Owen had hit the showers and as the warm water had soothed his already aching muscles, his thoughts had turned to Xander Valentine, and the intense challenge he was about to face. Xander had been an anomaly throughout his entire career, he had done things that others could only dream of. Even in claiming the World Championship, he had said quite openly he was going to take it from Adam Allocco, and he had just done it, without any fuss. Owen knew full well the expectation, that Xander was going to steamroll over him without any real trouble. Yet again, Owen found himself cast as the underdog, a tagline that he had always reveled in. But Owen wasn’t of that mindset, HE didn’t see himself as an underdog, and neither did the people who truly mattered, those in his bubble that had been with him through thick and thin. This match, this Championship, it was just as much for them as it was him, and he would move mountains, even mountains the size of Xander Valentine to get it done. The thoughts continue to go through his mind even as he leaves the showers and gets dressed, and only when he walks back into the gym does his mind wander… to what he was going to have for lunch. That thought process is immediately interrupted though, as he see’s Bradley, Pixie’s new boyfriend stood talking to Finch. Finch noticing him and calling Owen over. Owen walks over, knowing exactly why Bradley was here.
Finch: Owen, someone here to see you, says you know him?
Owen holds out his hand, Bradley reciprocating the offer.
Owen: Hey man, what you doing here?
Bradley: Just wondered if you’d given my offer any thought?
Finch looks intrigued, wondering what this ‘offer’ may be, and it being none of his business, Owen decides privacy would be best.
Owen: Can I use the office, Finch? Five minutes tops.
Finch: Sure thing… you do own the building so you can do what you want.
Owen nods his appreciation, turning to Bradley and motioning towards the door. They both enter the office and take a seat, Owen opening his mouth, but Bradley cutting in.
Bradley: So, the investment, can I count you in?
Owen: I honesty don’t know bro, it’s a lot of money.
Bradley: Yes, it is, but you’ve seen the figures and you know the profit on offer.
Owen: It certainly is tempting.
Bradley: Thing is Owen, opportunities only come along like this once in a lifetime and when they do, you must take them. This is a chance to make a lot of money… you do like money, right?
Owen: Of course, but I’ve got a wedding coming up next year. And Jennifer is quite set on a huge party.
Owen laughs, but Bradley only scowls, seemingly not buying into the joke.
Bradley: You can get married in a couple of years when money will be no object for you.
Owen: I don’t want to get married in a couple of years, and to be honest…
Bradley: What’s more important, paying loads of money for people to eat that you don’t really know, or financial security for the rest of your life.
Bradley leans forwards, and has gotten far more aggressive in his sell, perhaps even a little desperate. Owen can sense the temperature rising so as Bradley leans forwards, Owen slumps back into the chair, pausing for a moment before he responds and trying to take the heat out of the situation before speaking again.
Owen: Bro, I’m not being funny here, but I am twenty-two years old and thanks to my Dad and the success and sale of my clothing brand, I have more money than most my age.
Bradley: But surely…
This time it is Owen’s turn to interrupt.
Owen: As such, some things are more important than having a bigger number in my bank account. I know this is time sensitive, I know you need an answer, but right now I need to give it more thought. If that means that I miss out, then so be it. I’m sure you have plenty other potential suitors who would love to snatch your hand off for such a chance.
Owen expects Bradley to accept that, but he was seriously mistaken.
Bradley: Then you are nothing more than a fool.
Owen: Excuse me?
Owen notices Bradley’s face starting to redden, and even a bead of sweat forming. He seems to be getting angrier, and angrier as the moments pass, as if he’s trying the best, he can not to lose his cool, but losing that battle.
Bradley: I did this as a favor to Pixie, and you are throwing it back in my face. How arrogant are you?
Owen: I think you should leave bro.
Bradley: Well, Pixie is putting her faith in me, even if you want.
Owen: It’s not a matter of faith…
Before he’s even finished the sentence, Bradley is on his feet, Owen watching wide eyed.
Bradley: You’ll regret this Owen
Owen: How you’ve reacted bro, I don’t think I well. In fact, seems to me you were desperate for my money. Not a good look.
Bradley runs his hand across the desk, sending various papers flying, and a photo frame showing Orlando. The glass smashes on the floor, Owen jumping to his feet, but holding himself back. Finch opens the door, hearing the commotion, Owen calmly turning to Finch.
Owen: Bradley is leaving now… if you could show him out, please.
Finch: Sure thing.
Bradley takes another look at Owen, and then storms out the office and through the gym, Owen walks around the desk and picks up the frame, shaking away the glass before standing it back up. He then picks up his mobile phone and dials a number, waiting for a moment for answer which comes within a couple of seconds.
Owen: Chris? Yeah, I’m good man… I need you to do me a favor. Yeah I know, another favor, I’ll owe you lunch. Could you look into someone for me, find out everything you can? Cool, his names Bradley Comer…