John, when he retired from the military, he became cop, raising to a sergeant in his precinct. He preferred to work with juveniles due to him wanting to help people grow into good people. He also works with foster care agents occasionally to help them bring in kids who were either in foster care already and ran away, or bringing in kids who refused to get caught and put into the system.

One of those kids was Kaiden. John had been dealing with them for a little over five years now. They'd been running from the system for basically their whole life, staying with people that took them in from time to time. They were a troublemaker to say the least. They had a mile long list of crimes they were charged with.

John opened the door to the run down apartment with the foster agent leading him in. He glanced around, the house being a wreck. Blankets and pillows on a pull out couch and a bunch of food and drink trash around the floor and shelves. He shook his head a bit and knocked on a door lightly.

"Kaiden. It's the foster agent." The agent said softly. Some rummaging was heard before the door opened, revealing a disheveled and tired teen. The agent went on to talk and say how she had to bring them to the foster center but John interrupted her.

"Kid. We've done this before. Just come peacefully and I won't have to grab you." John grunted, putting his hands in his pockets. "Your choice."*