So he was actually grateful when the dispatcher came across the radio, informing that a report had been made about a disturbance in an abandoned warehouse that wasn't far from where Seth was at the moment. It was a place he was familiar with. The location had been empty more often than not for the last two decades, rarely utilized by the owners as they resided out of town - so it was an ideal haunt for the local kids to break into for various reasons. Usually to get drunk or stoned or tag up the walls.
He and his wife to be had actually been among the culprits many, many times back in their delinquent high school days.
Now he was the buzzkill cop coming to break up the fun.
It was a situation made even more ironic when Seth pulled up down the road to find that not only was another officer already there, but it was one of the very same that had - on many an occasion - busted up his own fun. Judas had both chased him off the property only to be shaken off, and he had also successfully slapped a pair of cuffs onto him there enough times that Seth had eventually lost count.
Judas, however, probably remembered exactly how many times it had happened. Seth licked his lips as he killed the engine and stepped out to join the man, "Hey, Callian," he greeted.