I should have seen this coming. The one job I’m perfect for and the bunch of asses decide it’s not safe for them. “I’ve got a job” she says. “I’m a recognizable face.” He says. Pardon my attitude. I get pissy when I haven’t kicked anyone’s ass in a while.
The only thing that manages to calm me down is the promise of more pain to come. Jason’s man has another job for us, and this one is an extermination mission. We are the only ones allowed to leave alive, and I like the sound of that.
It’s some group of smugglers who’ve been robbing all kinds of companies. Jacking shipments and the like. Truthfully, I don’t care who they are, what they do, or why someone is willing to pay to see them killed. All I care about is that I’m gonna get paid to release some stress in the form of good old-fashioned gratuitous violence.