Feb 28, 2018
Devils and Demons
Dire kicked at the soft dirt beneath his steel toed boots. “Fucking shit ass job.” He grumbled to himself, he swung his bat in his arms. “Where’s the danger in a dumb mail guy?” Dire leaned his back on a tree, hoping to feel any energy around him. He spit on the ground angrily. He was better then this, he knew that, the Guard knew that. Retrieval jobs were the absolute. fucking. worst.