A simple job

[Jaxen Marveet]

Boda

Boda popped some sleeping pills and crawled into bed. Next thing he knew, the house roused him awake with the appropriate dongs of a door-knock. Groggy and pissed off, he crawled from bed, snatched his robe and checked the video feed. The face of a corpse looked back at him. Pale as one anyway. Either everyone and their goddamn mother thought he needed protection or they were here to arrest him. Nobody had any fucking decency anymore. He was older than dirt. He needed some goddamn sleep! He could go to prison tomorrow.

He stomped downstairs, lights illuminating the hall as he proceeded. He called down, "Hood!", with no idea if the meathead was still there or not.

At the bottom step, he caught a glimpse of the gun's pretty face. His own drawn low and heavy. Sleeping pills dragged shadows under his eyes. He sucked in a rattled breath and looked at the door. "Think it's really police?" he asked.