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Mike woke up in a cold sweat and deep panic.  He couldn’t explain it, his future looming ahead of him terrified him.  He tried to wake up Brooke to explain it to her, but she just murmured and rolled over.   Over the next few weeks, he couldn’t shake the panic.  It was just wrong.  He wasn’t sure what he was meant to do, but following in his father’s footsteps definitely wasn’t it. He begged Brooke to come with him to New York, to help him find his path. 
                  Brooke wouldn’t have any of it.  She wanted to be the bohemian artist in the family, on the other hand,  someone had to keep the money flowing in.  That was their deal.  If she wanted to live on the Lower East Side in some piece of shit industrial apartment waiting tables, she wouldn’t have needed Mike Towner.  So Mike packed his bags for New York and Brooke went back to looking for Mr. Right in Harvard Yard.
                  After working as a bartender, taxi driver and bike messenger in Manhattan, Mike was not one bit closer to figuring out what he was going to do with his life.  Okay, he didn’t want to be Mick Towner 2.0, yet he really wasn’t enjoying his current career path.  Menial labor had its virtues, though he felt virtuous enough by now.  He toyed with being a public defender, though from what he saw in his part of New York, he figured that most of these poor bastards he’d be representing were guilty. 
                  One afternoon Mike was drinking in a dark bar on the Lower East Side (long before it even hinted at being fashionable) and got into a discussion with a very drunk guy at the end of the bar.  Before long Mike was able to ascertain that his new friend was an agent for the FBI, working on an assignment.  Obviously not a very good agent, since it didn’t take much for Mike to learn almost everything about the guy in less time than it took him to drink two Scotches.  Mike liked the idea of working a job that let you drink in the middle of the afternoon.  More than that, it appealed to his inherent sense of right and wrong.  He liked the idea of taking on the ‘bad guys’.
                  Getting hired wasn’t easy.  Apparently the FBI had a greater need for accountants than agents.  With his law degree, they offered him a place in their legal office down in Washington, although Mike wanted to be on the street.  He eventually got himself hired in the Organized Crime Unit and quickly worked his way up the ranks, eventually gaining the position of Chief Investigator.  It wasn’t what he had set out to do, it was what he was meant to do.  There was a freewheeling element to OCU that appealed to the rogue in Mike.  Act first, get permission later.  These guys were the cowboys of the criminal justice system.
                  Of course, that fly-by-the-seat of your pants approach didn’t work too well in the Federico case and it cost him.  They took him off his desk and sent him over to White Collar Crime, which was considered the arena of pencil pushers and accountants.  It was meant to be a bitch slap, and it was.
                  Which is how Mike found himself waiting for Clark Donaldson to finish his phone call.  After hanging up, Clark apologized again and turned his attention to Mike.  A pleasant guy, Clark wasn’t really happy to be put in the role of jailor for Michael Towner.  He was a good agent, and had a great reputation in the downtown office.  He had heard about Mike’s troubles, as well as his reputation for going off script.  He knew Mike wasn’t happy where he was, and wasn’t going to be very happy about where he was going.
                  “Mike, thanks for coming in,” there was that damn politeness again.  He handed Mike a manilla folder.  “Robert Vernon, 48, runs RPV Investments.  Run-of-the-mill Wall Street Guy.  Except it looks like Mr. Vernon has skipped town and has