“Are you
fucking kidding me?” Joan screamed into the receiver. “All time I’ve put in, and you’re pulling
this shit on me?! Wait until Jeb hears
about this, your ass is gone!” She was
starting to pull out her hair again.
This kind of shit was why she was reduced to wearing hats almost
everywhere she went. What the hell was
this kid thinking? Their operation had been running smoothly, bank robbery,
extortion, black mailing, the whole works. Then this new recruit comes in
thinking he knows how to do things better than everyone else, and wound up
getting sexually assaulted by a mall cop. “I just remembered, why the hell were
you even IN THE MALL?!”
“Look, it’s
not my fault, ok? I had to stop by the
mall to pick up something for my roommate, you know? He wanted some new shorts,
so he gave me some money for ‘em as I was goin’ out the door. Only thing was,
the security guys are supposed to be stupid, right? This guy wasn’t so
stupid. He saw me wearin’ the shorts on my way out of the store. Next
thing you know, I’m a fuckin’ volunteer in a public porn exhibit! How the fuck
was I supposed to see that coming?”
“You were
supposed to see that coming by not going to the fucking mall and doing your
job!” Joan couldn’t believe this kid.
Now he’d be plastered all over the news, denied entrance to almost any
public event, and so many more bad things. They didn’t need someone calling this
much attention to the operation. No, no,
this kid had to go. She took a deep
breathe, and decided to cut this loose end off, herself. “Ok, kid. Ok. This can be fixed. I have an
idea. In about half an hour, check your
P.O. box, you’ll have some instructions on how exactly we’re gonna pull your
ass out of the fire.”
“Thanks! I
owe you one, Joan! Seriously, I think everyone else would have beat my ass to a
pulp and left me on the curb. I won’t let you down this time! See you when I
get done!”
Joan hung
up, chuckled quietly to herself, and whispered “No, you won’t.” That was the
last anyone would ever hear from that kid.
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