11am. Vallejo. En route to San Francisco.
Hey, a guy has to eat. As I finished my double double, the drone landed a few feet away. You have to love drones, they definitely get the job done. No point in carrying my own guns when a drone can do the job more easily and quicker. I walked over and unhooked the package. Then I flipped a little switch on the drone and a timer started ticking down from sixty. I walked back to the Uber SUV and got in the back seat.
"Hey, let's go already. I am on a schedule."
"Sure boss. Whatever you say." Even in Northern Cali the Uber drivers were all brown and 45 years old. I do not discriminate. Whatever gets the job done.
We were about fifty feet away when the drone exploded. Hopefully no injuries....but do I care? Not particularly. I kill people for a living remember. I don't know where my dad is, but he is out killing people too. So on with the mission.
Okay....for this job we are going with the whole blame it on a muslim terrorist kick. So suicide bomber it will be. A little package slipped into the purse of an audience member and things should be sweet. Few people get scooped in the way....whatever.
Time for a little nappy-poo. That match against Lauren lasted longer than I really wanted. Oh well. Who knew a job was on the way. A man gotta make his money. I kicked back and slipped into a quiet snooze.
Hey, a guy has to eat. As I finished my double double, the drone landed a few feet away. You have to love drones, they definitely get the job done. No point in carrying my own guns when a drone can do the job more easily and quicker. I walked over and unhooked the package. Then I flipped a little switch on the drone and a timer started ticking down from sixty. I walked back to the Uber SUV and got in the back seat.
"Hey, let's go already. I am on a schedule."
"Sure boss. Whatever you say." Even in Northern Cali the Uber drivers were all brown and 45 years old. I do not discriminate. Whatever gets the job done.
We were about fifty feet away when the drone exploded. Hopefully no injuries....but do I care? Not particularly. I kill people for a living remember. I don't know where my dad is, but he is out killing people too. So on with the mission.
Okay....for this job we are going with the whole blame it on a muslim terrorist kick. So suicide bomber it will be. A little package slipped into the purse of an audience member and things should be sweet. Few people get scooped in the way....whatever.
Time for a little nappy-poo. That match against Lauren lasted longer than I really wanted. Oh well. Who knew a job was on the way. A man gotta make his money. I kicked back and slipped into a quiet snooze.