The Troubleshooter

July 15

Sorry for the late post. I got shot last week, and I'm still recovering. Who knew it would hurt so fucking bad?

I was going to talk about what happened on May 26. It was supposed to be a pretty simple job: rescue some kidnapped children. Sounds positively noble, in fact. Hey, I get paid for the noble ones just like I get paid for the rest.

In case you were wondering, they were being sold to rich people who didn't want to go through their corporation's adoption programs. God forbid those rich fucks actually wait for kids without parents first. No, they just thought they could take whoever the hell caught their fancy. One of the parents knew about me and convinced the other kids' parents to pool their money to hire me.

So anyway, I had locked the kidnappers in a room and just put the little rugrats into a van to take home when a woman showed up. She must've been the head kidnapper or something, because she was pissed, let me tell you. She pulled a gun on me and fired.

Well, Todd's training must've finally kicked in, because before I knew it, I'd emptied my Corizil's clip into her. (No, the kids didn't see; they were already in the back of the van.)

So that's what happened on May 26. I killed someone. I'm still not sure how I feel about that. I've never killed anyone before. I suppose it was inevitable in my line of work. I'm pretty sure Todd took on some paid killings, but I never asked him about that. We didn't talk much about some things.

I have to visit Mom tomorrow. Rhee said she has a new boyfriend. Mom, not Rhee.

posted by The Troubleshooter @ 8:34 AM