Gunner POV
After walking downstairs, a quick kiss and leaving Cora to do her thing, I headed to Oddball's office.
A quick three raps on the door and I entered. Oddball was behind his desk, on the phone, with maps spread out on the nearby table, covered in red and green markers. I moved to check out the maps.
"Do it, and do it now." Oddball slammed the phone down, mumbling something unintelligible.
"Problems?" I asked Oddball as I continued to look at the maps.
"Flat tyre, in the van. Sometimes I wonder if the men have a brain in that head on their shoulders. Of course, you change the fuking tyre, we can catch up with the delivery van later. Why call to ask if they should change it?" Oddball was raving on.
"It would have been shot out, you know this, they must have been worried they
