pets
Yeon disliked early mornings. He hated getting up and going to a call. It was usually something easy- collecting a drug shipment or kicking some persons ass for whatever reason. He didn’t know what any of the reasons were. His boss just pointed, and he went after whoever needed to be gone after. God, it made him feel like a goddamn attack dog or something. He deserved a raise.
But this morning, things seemed different. He was standing in an alleyway in the earlier hours of the day, blowing out a large puff of smoke from his lips, a cigarette in between his fingers. They were transporting important information, maps with their drug transport routes and their buyers locations, to a different location. He was supposed to pick it up from some guy who was in the area and take it the rest of the way.
Eventually, an older man, maybe in his late twenties or early thirties, approached him. “You Yeong Wang?” The man asked in a low tone.
“Depends, you have something for me?” Yeon asked, a strong Hispanic accent in his voice.
The man gave a grunt and dug into his pocket. Then the other. “Oh shit..”
“What’s the matter, huh?” Yeon asked, taking another drag from his cigarette.
“The maps, the thing that had the maps on them. It must have fallen,” the man said in a panicked tone.
Yeons eyes widened at that. “¡¿Que demonios?! ¡Estúpido bastardo!” he cursed.
