All Handsome Jack wanted was some goddamn sleep.

Of course sleep was a luxury that all his billions of dollars couldn't seem to afford. Really it was no surprise. Jack was a busy man, an important man. The kind of man that everyone wanted to kill for some reason or other. Years of paranoia had trained him to sleep in a light sleep, able to wake up and defend himself if need be (he also slept with a few guns under his many pillows). That, combined with his hectic work schedule, often robbed him of something as simple as sleep.

Normally Jack took it in stride. Lots of coffee and sheer stubbornness often got him through his days. He'd work, collapse, wake up, work, repeat. Oftentimes 'collapse' was meant literally, leaving Jack on the floor of his office or penthouse. He took that in stride too, and no one had the courage to confront him about it.

But lately Jack's schedule seemed even worse that usual. All of his competitors suddenly decided to launch new guns and new upgrades all at once, leaving Hyperion to work overtime to outmatch them all. Jack practically lived on coffee and fumes as he went to meetings, reviewed reports, barked orders, and so much more. It had gotten so bad that Jack's productivity began to suffer, and that was the one thing Jack refused to take in stride. He was man enough to admit that he was not in a good state and needed help. More specifically, he needed sleep.

A quick trip to the doctor had sleep aids come up as the suggestion. Really, sleep aids? Pills that may grant Jack the sleep he needed, but also carried the risk of addiction. Jack liked having control, and addiction did not sit well with him. The doctor managed to escape Jack's wrath, despite not having anything else to offer. Jack wondered if it was because his lack of energy. After all, he was already conking out during meetings and not managing to look even slightly threatening or enraged with drooping eyes and such unsteady movements. There were whispers of his weakness all over Helios, and it just fueled his paranoia that someone was going to make an attempt on his life.

Which just led to even more sleepless nights.

Handsome Jack had grown desperate for the sweet bliss of slumber. It was to the point that he was entertaining any idea that would come to him. It was one night when he was curled up on his couch and lazily watching some slasher film that he remembered an old legend from Pandora: The Desert Sirens. These creatures were supposed to be beings of great beauty that had been blessed with magical voices. One song from a siren could ease anyone to sleep. Not just any sleep, but a sleep that could completely rejuvenate anyone, making then wake with boundless energy. That was just what Jack needed, and he was desperate enough to try it. He immediately booted up his laptop and began to look for any information about the sirens. In his sleep deprived mind, he really believed he could find one.

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The Hyperion guard stared at the sight before him.

Handsome Jack was slowly swaying in place, head down and... snoring. He had fallen asleep while standing up somehow, much to the guard's surprise. They had touched down on Pandora and had been busy getting Jack's car ready for him. Plenty of people had offered to drive, but Jack had waved them all off in the negative. Something about scaring the siren off with their guns and amour, whatever that could mean.

Still, the guard needed to let Jack know that the car was ready to take him out to the desert. He briefly considered letting someone else do it, or not do it all, but it was his job. If Jack found out he hadn't done his job... he didn't want to think of what would happen.

"Sir?" He said. Jack didn't wake up.

"Sir?" The guard tried again, but louder. Jack snorted and mumbled, but still didn't look up. The guard sighed and moved closer, putting his hand on Jack's shoulder.

"Sir-" Jack was awake before he could say anything else. There was a bang, and the guard hit the ground. Jack looked around himself with wide eyes, trying to find the threat. He instead saw the dead guard on the ground and sighed.

"Is my fucking car ready?!" He barked, holstering his smoking gun. What a waste of a bullet. Stupid guard should've known better than to touch him...