The Supreme Judge Part I

"Finally… we’re here."

A weary voice escaped John as he stepped out of the luxurious car. Stretching to shake off the stiffness from the long cross-country journey, he looked up and took in the sights of Paris, now successfully reached at last.

"Good grief. I think I’m getting too old to be a babysitter for brats like this," he grumbled, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, clearly eager to inhale some nicotine after holding off for so long. Just as he was about to light up, Lia stepped out of the car behind him.

"Oh my, maybe it’s time you took a vacation, John?" she teased with a bright smile, fully intending to rile him up.

"So you can slack off more? Dream on, you little brat," he retorted, grimacing at her and placing a cigarette between his lips.

"Then quit complaining so much, or those few strands of hair left on your head might get offended and abandon you completely."