I always thought of them as necessary, short, little jobs. Nothin' special 'bout these guys....just unfortunates that hit on the wrong lady, timed their payments wrong, or perhaps just was in the wrong place at the wrong time. For whatever reason, I get paid when MY job gets done, and I always get paid. And so, here I am in bar "Lil Tequila." Crumby s**t hole, but every city has one just like every chump has an opinion and an a*****e. Nice place for gut rot drinks and guys like me.

Lately I've been gettin' easy jobs that pay well from this high end fella...goes by the name Daryl Royce....scum bucket as they come but has more dough than the norm so I take his s**t before any else's. Last job I did had me runnin' through an apartment building and crash landin' in a trash pile.....that ******** still owes me a new suit for that job, but anyway....

"Target is on the fourth floor, room 409, he is expecting someone so watch your a** in there kid."
Kid? Who does this b*****d think he's talkin' to? I'm ********, age 27, and self-employed badass. Kid...I'll show his wife who the kid is if he doesn't pay me extra for this.

"Yeah, Royce is supposedly sending some punk to off me tonight. Eight guards, you, and me...fully loaded and he sends some kid...Jesus freakin' Christ. Who the hell does he think he is messin' with? Some drug scum? Hell no....wait did you hear that? Yo, Ben, check the door."

Hell, what should I tell this ********? 'Pizza deliver?' Nah...too lame. 'Gods of death at your service?' Nah....lame and obvious. 'Marduk Inc. You name 'em, we slash them?' Nah.....ahhh ******** it...guns blazing and blades dashing as usual!!! The door flies open and there is the first guy, Ben or what is left of him after a .50 cal Desert Eagle hits him in the face. Two go over the couch and fire away.... hit it whores!! "Bang bang" the balcony windows explode as I rush forward and lay rounds down the left hall into the bathroom at the end.

"Alex my boy, turn out the lights please...so hard to see in this brightness."
My pleasure ladies..."blam" the lights go out and the horrors begin as the other 4 men are loudly munched on....Sooo, you must be Terson and Himmel...or at least were. Our God, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done. Amen!
They scream more than I would care for them to, but that is the price you pay for having some wretches do the work for you....but also the price I pay for not havin' silencers and less noise makin' workers is when the pigs show up. Down and down we go. "Gunman, you are surrounded. Come out with your hands up." ********' A, they think I'd do that? Besides, they never guard the dark alleys. And so out the balcony and into the trash....rough landing, but hey...the price I pay for a buck...and into the night I go.

And here I am, in this little bar in downtown Gelena, one of 5 environmentally perfect cities...bullshit. If they were environmentally safe, I wouldn't have to take out so much goddamn trash so often as I do. And here is the scum of the day. You know Royce, you knew they were coming...didn't ya? That is bad business you know. You are to supply me with ALL of the damn info you s**t. "And ******** you...ungrateful son of a b***h. I should have you offed right now!" You do that....and you'll be in so many damn pieces, even your mother won't recognize you when you get to Hell. Ehhh, ******** it. "********!?!?" He hardly noticed the fangs at his belly the whole time we were talkin'....almost funny.....his hits came to nothin' and I am the only one paid. Local Government Contracts (LGCs for short) are so interestin' and fun.