Jena woke up ill that morrow. Still there was work to be done and sick days were not an option. She needed every penny she could get, and since this great break just happen to fall into her hands she wasn't about to just blow it off. The work was dangerous but hell, it was a dangerous world out there. Peter used to say that all the time. "Big brother Peter", she sighed. He and his forma training, and the recognitions and the "special" bonuses and this and that. He had been properly trained afterall. Not like her. He had the luxury of being trained to target before he could walk. While she was taking some bullshit courses to improve her marketing skills, or in other words to become far more proficient at telling straight lies into the face of a stranger, he was being sugared with the newest scopes and kissing ass with everyone who got paid real money. She never forgot the day of the funeral. It was far too sunny and cheerfull. She didn't go. She remembered how a gun felt when she held one for the first time. A sweet sixteenth birthday present; quite sweet indeed. It was a piece of shit but when you are sixteen and such a studnic as Peter gives you something it is the absolute. It took her almost 2 years to get over her crush and 2 months to get over his passing. It was like she knew he was in a better place. Anyplace else was a better place. She went to the St. Mary's chapel on corner of Walton and 39th and lit a candle. Then she went directly to Peters box and emptied it. Less then an hour later they came to retrieve the equipment. When that door burst open and the neatly dressed "PR" folks filed in, she was ready for them. Just like Peter showed her, "Look at them, see the bullet hitting... pull the trigger and look again; if you are not looking at a new face you are looking at St.Peter." And just like that they went down. The room was silent for a while, then a man walked in followed by the heavy stench of money. He wasn't afraid like the others, so she didn't fire. He mentioned the Cordon & Gully corporation and the new acquisitions there in. Dugas-baby, as he was ever so affectionately called by the men, was a mean,spiteful and completely lovable fruit. He wasn't part of the standard security, and the job he offered was not a standard wipe out and clear out. It was fun. It was Wednesday and it was her last day before the shift rotation. Every 6 months the placebo workers were rotated to keep them fresh. The gray suit made her look more placid then usual. She checked herself in the Ladies before sitting down for the dreaded hours of the morning shift. She dialed in and took a deep breath. "Hello there ma'am, how would you like to find out more about..." * * * * * * * It was almost one thirty when she had had enough. After some jackass send her reeling through some foreign network for a good hour and twenty minutes, she needed a smoke. She scuffed at the huge No Smoking sign and hit the stairs. She hated the way the heels of her shoes banged loudly against the cement and the way her gun dug into the middle of her back. She checked the lower level of the garage before pulling out a clove and blissfully drowning her frustrations in a daydream. At one point she though she saw a man approaching. Thank god it was the last day of this place, anywhere else would be better. * * * * * "Man, that was a waste..." Hines spat over his shoulder. "What? You knew her?" Degutis looked up from gathering the spilled clove cigarettes. "Yeah, " Hines looked back, " her brother got me this job."
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