Confess

from Vengeance

“No, you're totally right. I just don't care about this job. I'm really only tired because I was busy getting high all night.” You say.

Jeff chuckles. “It's good that you have a sense of humor about this whole thing. It's a critical part of the coping process.”

You sigh to yourself. Jeff has always been an ignoramus, but this is a new level of gullible from him. You decide that if you do attempt to come clean, he'll just keep thinking that you're being sarcastic. So, now you're stuck in this asinine lie. Damn!

“Yes, well, if I lose my ability to laugh, and be human, then these fucking gang-bangers have already won, you know?” You say, impressing yourself even with the level of bullshitting that escapes your lips.

Jeff nods. “What can I do to help?”

“I don't want you to get involved. There's already blood on my hands, but I don't have a family anymore. You though, you've got a family, right? Stay out of this, for their sake.” You say. Damn, if Jeff has seen any action movie ever, you'd be screwed. But hopefully he hasn't?

There is a long pause, and then Jeff moves his head a little. “I said that I'd help you Danielle, so what can I do?”

You pretend to think for a second. “If I can get out of here early today, like... after lunch, that would be a start. So I could go home and get my gear together for tonight's mission.”

“Done. In fact, go home now. Rest up, you shouldn't be taking on these guys when you're tired.” Jeff says quickly. “I'll be in contact with you later.”

Suppressing a giddy smile, you nod with all the fake gravity that your small body can muster. “Thank you. Call me later, after dinner. I'll give you the details for the mission.”

“I won't fail you!” Jeff exclaims, and you stuff your phone into your pocket, slam your laptop shut, and leave quickly. 15 minutes later, you are home, and lay down on the bed and fall into a deep sleep.

Some time later, you awaken to a scratchy rendition of Chemical Warfare by Slayer. Peeling your eyes open, you grab your cell phone. The screen shows a picture of a Summer's Eve douche, and the caption says “Jeff”, sighing you answer.

“What?” You say, groggily.

“Hi Danielle, it's Jeff.”

“No shit. What do you want?”

“What's the details for the mission tonight?” He asks, sounding quite excited.

<p style="margin-bottom:0in">Shit. Your mind races for a minute. You clear your throat and prepare yourself for the performance of a lifetime. “Jeff,” you begin...

<p style="margin-bottom:0in">What do you say?


 * <p style="margin-bottom:0in">To give him a made up meeting point in the bad part of town, go to MEET
 * <p style="margin-bottom:0in">To go call the mission off, go to CANCEL