All work and no play makes Hiro a dull boy. His last couple shifts with the gang have been boring and lame, nothing exciting happening or anything worth remembering. After being assigned to lookout and guard duty for the one of the main hubs for the gang, Hiro thought he finally had a chance at seeing some action go down.
And yet, even at a place of major importance, nothing went down. All night he stood watch by the front door, watching people walk up and down the streets, couples hand in hand, and crowds of people shouting for fun.
And here he was, leaning on a wall, waiting for somebody or something good to happen.
Tables and chairs were thrown all around the dance floor, specs and spots of blood tinted some of the reflective floor red, and a body got tossed in my direction, making me duck down out of instinct.
“What the fuck happened in here?!” I couldn’t help but shout.
Holding a guy by his throat and punching over and over in his face, there was a man in a white suit with his back turned to me.
“Aren’t you suppose to be watching the door, Hiro?” the man questioned.
“I have to take a piss.”
“Hurry up, don’t take too long.”
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