The Burnsfield Project

Chapter 21

ER, ER, ER, ER, ER!  My alarm sounds off, calling out to me that it is time to get the fuck up and head out.  We had two objectives tonight.  A Philippine looking teenager and a fifty to sixty year old woman.  What a job.

I took all of my clothes off and picked out a new suit from my dresser.  I put on an undershirt and then the slacks.  I tucked the undershirt into the slacks to prevent any sort of malfunctions.  I put on a flak jacket then put my arms in the white button up.  A tie, belt and shoes completed the wardrobe.  My shoes of choice for tonight were flat black, steel toe combat style boots.

I didn't know where we would have to go or what we would have to walk through so I prepared for the worst with the boots and the best with the suit.  My gun was strapped to my chest and holstered like normal, the jacket concealed it nicely. 

I kiss Holly good bye and exit the room, prepared to accomplish the goa