no cutomers
no nothing,
the gildred rose
light on,
music plays,
a bad feeling
swap my mask for one with filters,
explore a few moments,
kitchen a body,
another,
turn off the burners,
hear running heavy steps,
pull my blade spinning in place
aim to the right and up,
hit rubber then the flesh,
figure falls, ive hit the arm pit,
pull blade, duck,
something over head
pop up, figure running,
throw the blade hit a tank line,
on floor the figure laughs -
now we both die,
i run into the night air,
around back to my bike,
Becca a swagger on hips,
walking to wards the shop,
pull my mask off and yell stop!
she turns around
- Jeni a rare honor
what brings you here in such distress?
a small touch of breathlessness
- poison inside, 3 dead bodies,
my guess they wanted both of us dead
since your surprised to see me,
Becca - dammit,
she makes a call,
on my bike i sit composing myself
- i need eye wash...
as i deal with my eyes
head titled back,
hear becca voice
- they where hired , i dont want to use the word assassin
more cleaners with high ideals, the graves siblings,
- singular grave now
i hope, stuck one, cut the line of the other
to a poison tank on their back,
Becca smiled - still a problem,
another family trying to make a power play,
i have calls to make, catch you later hun,
she walks back to a waiting silver saloon
driving off, i wash my eyes again and use drops,
thoughts turn to my friend,
whats your hand in this?
i never took her as a mob woman,
more a quiet accountant,
i actually feel angry
and short a blade im fond off,
set on on bike
i call my "friend"...

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