What a piece of shit trip that was. 

That sentence could summarize my thoughts on my late night trip from Paris to San Francisco. I had taken one of those low cost, complete rip off flights to the States in order to settle some deals my [i]employers[/i] were keen on having done pronto. I had to pay for the trips and the hotel stays, but I knew my pays would cover all that and leave me VERY satisfied. Though it could only be of consolation for all the risks I'm taking for these obese assholes I'm working for and who would never lift their elephantine posteriors to get anything done. But they had money, and power which were enough to motivate me. After all, I wanted this, I wanted to live off such shady workings so I could avoid being one of those limp-dick workers in the corrupt French system. I would gladly work as an honest man considering my education, but the fact is unemployed and illegal people such as myself get more by officially doing nothing than the workers. 

Malwayne Coast... That was the real name of city I was affiliated to to execute this deal but honestly I found it to be bullshit to call it anything else than San Francisco. I don't even know why this part is called like that other than maybe its because of this huge company he keeps hearing about when money was the topic of discussion with the higher ups. Well whatever, I quickly picked up my luggage in the next room upon exiting the terminal I unloaded on. Luckily for me I could reserve one of those Hilton hotels that were directly connected to this international airport, saving me some time. Plus it was nearing 2 am already, making me ever more tired and the jet lag was atrocious. It would be practically noon in France and I hadn't slept for a good 36 hours due to my inability to sleep in such crafts. Plus Travelling such a distance is taxing. As I picked up my room card at the desk, I took the nearest elevator where I would deny one of the employs when they offered me to carry my luggage with one of those fancy metal contraptions. I reached the third floor and headed out to room 319. I inserted the card in the lock pad, only to have it spit the object back out with a green light flashing next to the dispenser. It was confirming the door was open. As I entered I could see my employers had taken the time to leave the goods on my hotel bed, there was a large sports bag on the center of the well dressed bed. I didn't bother to check what was inside for I needed some rest. Purging myself from any piece of clothes on my upper body and leaving all containers on the floor, I dropped like a fly on my newly found bed, only to drift to sleep. 

7:30 am. Though I didn't set the alarm clock in my tidy hotel room, I was supposed to wake up at 8 am so I could have plenty of time to get things ready for the deal. But this bed wasn't my bed, thus sleeping on it would only be so good when exhausted. Otherwise it would take some serious getting used to to sleep correctly on it. Nonetheless that probably saved me a lot of problems. Well at least I had time to look even more dandy than the average, shady Joe. Stripping down from the remainder of my clothes, I hopped in the bathroom so I could take one of those long, hot showers with brand new soaps I could use to dispose of all the stink I accumulated with the trip. The aromas were great, as they offered quite a level of quality in this hotel. Nonetheless I didn't spend more than 15 minutes in there, wrapping a towel around my bottom part so I could walk out of the room in a legitimacy. But before I had to shave myself, again. My facial hair was always sporadic in certain periods, or rather seasons. Sometimes it would grow normally, but quite often it would go wild like an anemic woman with menstruation problems. I shaved everything except for my mustache as I kept that growing for a long while now. Don't as why, I just like having one of those big staches. 

As I finally emerged from the steaming room, I had grabbed the remote control over the tv that was facing the bed I had slept on and turned it on to the weather channel. Not that I cared about the weather but things felt more alive with another voice in the place. As I dried up and started to check the good in the sports bad, an emergency warning had cut off all the sound from the TV, leaving only an Amber Alert sign. A female voice would then dictate the scroll at the bottom of the screen. A child under the name of McDouglas had went missing, his picture was also included as well as details on how he was kidnapped. I didn't really pay much attention afterward, as I would only really need to know what the kid appears like to take possible action. Nonetheless, it made me think of my family, notably my younger sister. Yes she's an adult now but... I would murder anyone who would hurt her or anyone in my family. Man, woman, child, all of them would be threats to what I hold dear. And I'm not kidding myself, I know what I am capable of, and it is all thanks to this rotten world I'm leeching off of and promoting through such deals. 

There was guns and ammo mostly in that bag. Light guns made by one of my employer's "companies". The Chinese gangs or political officials, whatever, were interested in these and meeting near the Skyscrapers would make things appear official and... Harmless. The more witnesses around, the less likely there would be violent conflicts. There was this one weapon, a compact rocket launcher with a very light rocket attached to it. Such a disgusting weapon that leaves no chance to those it targets and all those around, whether they are threats or just civilians passing by. It was repulsive, but the money was just too good. I put my jeans on, a blue T-shit and a green jacket and of course I wouldn't forget my sunglasses. Oh, and I the most important: The handgun behind the belt on my back. We never know what might go wrong and I'd rather not get my shit wrecked if shit hits the fan. As i walked out of the hotel, I signaled a nearby taxi to take me to the Business District. I made myself comfortable, placing the sports bag in the car's trunk before entering the car and giving the address to the driver. From here on out, I'd just imagine every scenario possible if the deal wouldn't go right. Though this was only to demonstrate samples of what my employers were offering and not some huge transaction, limiting the possibility of reprisal regarding financial bullshit.