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One Too Many (Old Original)

Keep in mind, this was written back in 2013/2014 before I  was a good-ish writer. The updated one will come soon, I promise.

      "Mary! I understand! You don't need to keep yelling at me!" I yelled into the phone. That woman just won't listen I tell you. She just won't shut up! I wished, sometimes, that I didn't "work" with her.

     "Well, we have to get this done! It needs to be done today and it needs to be done right!" Mary yells back at me. She's right, but I already knew that. I sigh, thinking about the plan. We're doing it tonight, and I'm supposed to be at her place while she's on lunch break to practice and fine-tune some details. She has thirty minutes on break, and I've already spent five of them fooling around, you could say. I change my direction to towards her house. It's a good thing I work so close to her home.

     "I'm coming right now, so I'll be hanging up now," I immediately end the call as I hear her screech my name. I smirk, and continue on my way half-happily. I hear my phone ring again, but I ignore it. I'm right here anyways. It's actually quite funny to see her expression when she yanks opens the door.

     "What do you have to say to me?" I look at her funny, and then realize what she means.

    "I'm sorry for being late," The tone of my voice is almost sarcastic, I note.

     "Well, just get in here. We have things to do," I nod and sit down, opening my briefcase and setting down my jacket. I crack my knuckles and pick up a few pieces of yellow-ish paper. We've know what we're supposed to do, but we go over it every day just to make sure that we have everything down right.

     "Okay, his name is Johnson Gregory. He lives at 495 Junior Hive Lane. He works at Rendering Cooperated. He's not very bright, and is really gullible. Just be careful, he knows Ju Jitsu. Very well, I might add. I've looked up some more of his records, just for some more information. He has a wife and children, but doesn't see them very much anymore. Only known crime is shoplifting on three occasions. His coworkers describe him as shady, and does what he can to get what he wants. Age, as well, in unspecified," This man is our next hit on the chase for the murderer or Mary's husband. We haven't found him yet, but we feel we're close.

     "So we find him, torture him for answers, and then if it's not him, we kill him?" She gives me an inquisitive glance.

     "That is the plan for tonight, just like any other person we suspect of killing him," We have this discussion every time we do this now. I'm guessing she just wants to make sure we find him and make him pay. I would too, if I ever decided to date. With terms like now, though, I don't think I'll be doing that for a while. Sad really, but I don't mind all that much in the end. I couldn't care less even.

     "Okay, just making sure of what we're doing. Just, wanted to get it right," She sighs after this statement. I feel bad. Really bad, at this moment in time. We usually don't get along, but we really do care for each other, even if it doesn't look like it.

     I get up and rub her back. She is getting emotional right now, and I know just how to comfort her. You just got to get her mind off of him, and she'll calm down sooner or later. Well, most of the time she will. Sometimes she just needs to be left alone for a bit to think things over and calm herself down. I can get her calm though, so I don't have to waste time. The time that we desperately need to plan. We're done, but I would like to keep going over it whenever we can. It's the way I like things. Punctual and well-prepped. Short, and to the point. I just work like that.

     I look up at the clock and see that Mary only has five minutes to get back to work. She works close by, just like I do, but she needs to go now.