After the debacle that’s been the last nine months of Tank’s life, one might have qualms about putting him behind the wheel. But if he’s a man of his word (hah!), he’s straightened himself out, and he would look pretty sharp in a chauffeur’s uniform. Then he can cart around his ex-teammates, be a chaperone and keep them out of trouble when they’re partying at, like, Level. This way Briggs doesn’t have to drive anymore, either.
