BAKA's head was spinning. He was behind, stayed too long at that fucking farm. He needed to go. He thought 6am would be good, he could get up then, and then leave at 6:15 at the latest. Just up, and water in the face, and he'd be out the door. It wasn't a hard mark just had to be done. It was at least with the briefing, just a man, a simple man owns a bakery, and owes lots of money. He'd just have to kill him, and but first he'd have to get there.
He rolled over. There was a crack in the blinds that he knew would be annoying in the morning, but he didn't do anything about it. His phone had an alarm at 5:50 and 5:55 and 6:00 but still he was nervous his head going around and around. He hadn't even eaten anything besides chips and a slim jim. He was thirsty maybe, he got up and drank from the tap.
He laid back down facing the other way. On the wall was a huge painting, or more print of a golden retriever with a bird in its mouth. He felt like the bird, if he could just stay still enough nothing would happen to him. He would survive, if he just didn't attract attention.
He rolled over. There was a crack in the blinds that he knew would be annoying in the morning, but he didn't do anything about it. His phone had an alarm at 5:50 and 5:55 and 6:00 but still he was nervous his head going around and around. He hadn't even eaten anything besides chips and a slim jim. He was thirsty maybe, he got up and drank from the tap.
He laid back down facing the other way. On the wall was a huge painting, or more print of a golden retriever with a bird in its mouth. He felt like the bird, if he could just stay still enough nothing would happen to him. He would survive, if he just didn't attract attention.
