Sid began moving back into his daily routine at Interpol soon enough, even if he did have to go up several sizes in his clothes. It didn't phase him, if anything he felt like he was moving up in the world with his bigger clothes.

His attitude has changed along with his waistline, when he first started Sid found himself listening to whoever had something to say, and staying out of trouble. However recently he found himself growing irritated with his coworkers who would drone on about nothing.

The worst of which was Winthorp, someone he had learned had been interested in his woman for some time, and wasn't taking the news of him claiming her well. Sid's patience drained fasted than he could have ever imagined when he went into his jealous rants over years of effort going down the drain.

But what pissed Sid off the most was that Winthorp outranked him. For being such a small, insignificant worthless person. Sid still had to answer to him. But why should he? Why should he be answer to some lowlife, people at Interpol should be answering to him....