"Alrighty, you're hired."

"Thank you very much my newfound boss."

"See you at sunset."

Lickety Split! Nailed my first job on day one at some go-go club in the warehouse district. Can't wait to see this place rockin' and thrustin' tonight while I keep this discotheque squeaky clean. Rich teens and queens will live it up and get all the glory and hangovers while I can watch them with most of my sobriety intact and just smile and wink. Now to rent a hotel so I can wash up for tonight's gig and have a place to stay after this night ends.

I remember the party life I had mostly, it was the only life I had outside of surviving gun fire and explosions for a quite a few years. It was also how I got roped into a career of crime. My old boss back then was having me be a courier of his "fun supplies" to and from his various places and gigs to make up for some incident involving me shooting up his club while dispatching a hit man aiming to take me out. Then later on, he made a deal with the devils MacDougal. "The deal of a lifetime." as he coined it and he wanted me to watch over the transaction as his main competitor wanted to bury the hatchet and unite their reach to create the ultimate adult amusement empire known at that time. Lepi was hired by my boss' competitor and had the same guard role in the deal as I did for mine. Their empire would've possibly reduced Boobies attraction to a glorified fast food chain if the boss' banter was to be believed but I'm starting to detract from what happened that day. The MacDougals were to drop the massive shipment off for my boss' competitor while my boss came with the greens. I knew something was up while that MacDougal ship lifted off hastily a minute before that place became Dante's Inferno. Started off with a couple missiles blowing up the roof and a corner of the building, almost completely collapsing the place within those blows. Most of the men there got killed or wounded where they couldn't escape their industrial grave alive. Those who were still alive and mobile in that firepit shot at one another over the greens to nab for themselves but me and Lepi, battered and tattered, teamed up to take them out and carry as much green as we could hustle out of there alive. With us running out of there and into my car outside, the Space Forces were waiting outside for any survivors and witnessed up making our speedy escape.

I don't know how we made it through, everywhere and up in the air was flashing all kinds of colors and raining hell. I couldn't shoot as I was behind the wheel so Lepi was the sole shooter providing any cover fire out of our asses. Drove that damn car as fast it could go and as hard as I could drive it while Lepi was just doing whatever he could from behind me for the escape seemed endless and we were running out of options and Lepi's gun about to meltdown. We finally found a chance by barging into a large storage complex and flying through single car width hallways and corridors and turning and flipping about in it until we shook enough of them up in there to get them off of our tail so we could think of something milliseconds quick. Hurling almost full speed into the loading bays for cargo trucks, I chose an open slot, locked the wheels up, and slid right into the back of an open box truck. Both of us got out of the car with Lepi staying in the box to shut the truck's cargo door as I ran out to get into the truck cab to hijack and make our escape. It was a total rave of lights heading into the complex through the main entrance so we had to take the back entrance while trying to drive inconspicuously with my adrenaline up into the heavens. After making it a few miles away from that place, I just sobbed for joy simply from surviving that deal-turned-heist all the way into the next city where we were able to unload the car and Lepi could drive for me. All I could do after that was just gaze out of the car window, reflect upon how we even made it out alive, let alone with a memento of that time of our lives filling the back seat.

"Alright sir, your fee for the week's stay will be 500 Wong."

"Here ya go."

"Thank you very much."

"Absolutely."

There comes a day in one's lifetime where that superhero cape falls off your shoulders and gets hung up one last time. From civil war to chauffeuring "hot stuff" for people, I'm pretty well done with the thrills, excitement, and avoiding get a ton of bullet holes in me or getting blasted into the ether-space. I'm ready to become a boring old man since I've had a career in avoiding the grave since my mid-teens with the Neo-Confederate mandatory conscription which was active at the time and I wasn't good for much else it seemed. I really hope I don't have to put that cape back on any time soon at the worst, I want my 30's and the rest of my life to not see any more people I know die and doing ammunition-motivated acrobatics. Only excitement I want is to sometimes go drink with Lepi at a pub someplace and wander back to our places as haphazardly as possible. Now to wash up and get ready for my first day of being a go-go club cleaner.