Zach groaned and stretched as he was once again escorted from an interrogation room by a commissioner of the police force to the break room of the station, where he was apologized to in a less than genuine fashion. Either this guy or someone above him knew better than to keep him locked up, Zach wasn't sure which but he didn't really care too much about the details really. The boss lady wasn't someone you wanted to upset and clearly someone was doing their best to make sure that didn't happen, Zach was more annoyed about the waste of time all of this was. "Another waste of a perfectly good Sunday afternoon." He knew better than to fight the power in this sort of situation and by now its become relatively routine in the last couple weeks. Somewhere out of the blue, the local beat cops would get an 'anonymous tip' saying that someone matching his description was up to no good. Usually something about brandishing weapons or something drug related. If only they knew what his crew did to dealers, Hell, if only they knew what Wheeler alone would do to drug dealers.

"Look the least you could do for me, since you guys don't seem to learn that you should just ignore calls about me...or just put up fliers around the office, seriously, is have some snacks ready. Whoever stocks this vending machine is making a Damn mint off of me." He half joked, half didn't. Heck they haven't even full restocked since the last time he was here, they were still out of honey buns, or maybe he just got lucky last time he was here. Either way the commissioner shrugged and gave another half assed apology and told him not to leave the room until someone came to get him. With a sigh and a wave of his hand showing he understood, Zach bought some refreshments and sunk into a nearby seat as two beat cops took up guarding either side of the door. "What's a Gaijin gotta do to get some peace in one of the most peaceful countries in the world?" Probably beat the ever living hell outta whoever is giving these shmucks 'tips'