It isn’t easy being me. My entire job revolves around customer support, fulfilling calls and orders from my boss and other bullshit clients who don’t have the balls to do the job themselves. Then again, the pay for my line of work is pretty damn high, so I can’t really complain.
But when one of the calls I get involves shooting down a well-known cop hellbent on trying to crack down on crime and drug trafficking in the city, it makes you realize that the city is a lot more dirty than what the public can see.
Thankfully I have my trusty rifle in hand ready to shoot down whoever I’m assigned to.
Plus I get a bonus pay of beer along the way, so that’s a win for me too.
Blindly, I stick my hand in the bag and feel around until I can get a grip on what I was searching for.
“Sweet, I still got one left.”