Chapter 3

The boss had called me to the office to talk one on one. Everything was going as well as a bullet goes through flesh.

"You wanted to see me?"
"Yeah. I need you to pull a big job."
"Ok..."
"We just robbed a huge bank. I need you to go and check out the bank and make sure no sleuths have been there."
"Yeah boss."

There. All on tape. Now I need it in writing...

I went BACK to the bank.

"Did you find who did it?"
"Yeah. But have any other people come to check this out?"
"No."
"Keep it that way."

I left, and returned with the news.

"No one was there."
"Good. Ya know, you're pretty good for a rookie."
"Thank you, sir."
"Dismissed."

I walked out of the room, quite content. I called the manager.

"I found him. Flavio Staba."
"Ok, I'll call the police."
"Call them and tell them to enter the building EXACTLY half an hour from now."
"Got it."

Ok. Now was my favorite part. I took a swig of Irish Whiskey and walked back in.

"Alright boss. Your days are up."
"What?"

I whipped out my buster arm. It was the X-Buster Mark 17. Very beautiful.

"Tracer Bullet. Reploid detective. You are under arrest by law for committing acts of robbery."
"Hahahahaha! Very funny!"

He called out his goons. I was outnumbered 5 to 1, but the boss was unarmed, so I had it easy. I jumped into the air and fired at one, knocking him back into the wall. Two of them fired at me, and I curled into a ball and spun twice and landed on my feet. Kinda woozy from it, I stumbled over a chair and my gun went off, hitting one of the guys in the hand. I jumped to my feet and kicked him in the chest through part of the wall. I saw one of the guys aiming for my face, the other for my chest. I jumped to my right and knocked the gun out of the hand of the one aiming for my head, and rolled behind the other one and put him in a sleeper hold. I knocked him out, and hit the other one square in the face with a well-placed kick. There was one left, staring me down and failing miserably at it too. He dropped his guard for a mere moment while looking at me when a sweat drop got caught in his eye. I dashed towards him and pointed the gun up with my right hand, and pushed up HARD on his elbow with my left. I heard a loud CRACK, and all of a sudden, his arm bent the wrong way. What I'd intended to do was make it do just that. I blasted each guard in the chest, finishing them off.

"Amazing. You finished them all off. Good for you."
"SHUT UP. I am going to do you a little favor."
"What's that?"
"Write a full confession, and I'll give you your final taste of whiskey."
"...Well, what kind of whiskey is it?"
"Irish."
"Hmm... given the situation, with the cops outside the door, yeah, I'll go with it."

And so it went. An easy job. However, my life was about to get a LOT harder from here on out.