feel boiled and aching...

work calls,
past DL room i hear him typing,

known the guy since college
hes been lost in a lack of direction
but always a good friend,

slipped a paper under his door
my rough scrawl
want to work for me?

i hurry out to get to todays job
ordering system at a restaurant opening soon,
"the guilded rose" saying the words sounds pretentious,

work is work,
nice to get out in this heavy snow,

under me the bike roars
air whipping by,
cold and alive let out a yeah!

no one to hear me
sigh, Fuck speed limits!

what little speed i can get
3 ft of snow everywhere
and i decided to wear a skirt today
brrrrrrr,

at the restaurant 12 minutes later

see a woman in a business suit,

short cropped hair a flap over one eye,
paste gem tear on a necklace,
waist coat the bulge of a browning pistol,
belt a short blade under the buckle,

i get off my bike and lock the ignition,
? the woman - ms fayd? 

i fake smile - the part of me that isnt frozen yes,

she stepped forward hand held out

- Becca cassandro, the owner,

her grip firm as i took her hand,
- a lieutenant? you dont look italian,

she smirked - married in, you dont seem shocked
meeting one of the family,

My voice cold and friendly - i've met worse
and you seem too tired for intimidation,
so where do you want your system installed?

Becca - linked my office, dining room, kitchen
net link...

i pulled my tool box of my bike and we went inside,

opening boxes, i start running lines,

becca absent,

hours pass, kitchen bare,

printer test with the joke hello world
buzz paper streams out one ticket,

dining room, one terminal for orders and a addon for cards
four mobile pads for servers, 

run lines upstairs
hear becca voice,
i knock on door,

Becca -  come in,

i back in line rool in hand,
connect to pc i work on router next,

Becca on phone talking about food suppliers
and in quotes negotiation,

a few minutes, wire tester in mouth
a muffled - we're online,

left to pack up,
becca by the door,

Becca - efficient, fair price
finished early, tech god of the town indeed,

my mind flicked to assessment,
distance her body stance,
can i disarm her fast?

all checks made - so you stiffing my pay or offering more work?

one hand on my tool box other behind me
hand of my k - bar loosely held in my jacket layers,

Beccas eyes flickered, her mouth a honest smile
- your good at hiding what you are, i wouldnt survive would i?

Dropped my practiced face - you might damage my jacket,

disposal i wouldnt ask me honestly....

Becca pulled her phone and i heard the payment recieved 
chime on my phone, i walked past slowly,

Becca -  would you be open to more work?

sure - i replied walking out....